Just a few highlights of the day:
In true Uncle Bob style, we had two lambs, a pig, and an entire steer spitted and roasted for the occasion.
There was a cooking contest for pie, salsa, beans, and bbq sauce.
There was entertainment.
Two songs were written and performed for the occasion,
a poem was recited,
and of course, Grandpa's favorite,
"Strawberry Roan", by Sawyer.
There was a greased pole to climb.
Lily was base for this group of boy cousins.
Then, Lexi was base for this group of girls.
Then I was supposed to make it to the top for this group of guys.
This is as far as I got.
At least my toes were pointed.
Then the same group tried again,
this time, with our tough monkey Jacob,
who made it to the top!!!
Who needs a greased pole when you've got Grandpa!
What do we do with all these leftovers?
And the reason for all the fuss.
Grandma and Grandpa, we love you!