Rib Ticklin' Good

On Saturday Eric, Sam, and I went to our friend's birthday party. This week the birthday boy was 30, not 3, but it was still a blast for Sam!

Everyone there had kids - there were little bodies everywhere. Sam played with new toys, raced around the house, and spent quite a while in a little pool in the backyard. He loved the pool so much I'm afraid I'm going to have to buy one for our house!

During all of the fun, the birthday boy's father-in-law was grilling his famous ribs. He makes the barbecue sauce from scratch and disappears for hours into the smoke coming off the grill. He makes a mountain of ribs any man would be proud of. It is truly amazing, and we look forward to them every July!

This was Sam's first time with the famous ribs and he was really impressed. There were several of us sitting on blankets in the backyard eating and Sam was sharing with Eric. After Sam's first bite, he started getting impatient waiting for the next one. Eric was trying to get the meat off with a fork as fast as he could. Sam was told no several times for reaching in with his fingers and then trying to get some with his own fork. Finally Sam just went face-down on the plate, cutting out the middle man, getting the ribs right into his mouth.

Eric had to go back for a huge pile of seconds because Sam ate nearly everything he had intended for them to share. When he went inside, another guest stood and followed him in, leaving his plate sitting on the blanket. The second Sam noticed his unattended ribs, he took off for the plate. I'd have been embarrassed if it hadn't been so funny. The other guests shouted with laughter when I had to physically restrain Sam from stealing another man's meat.

It's just one more clear reminder that I am raising a little ball of testosterone - Sam will do anything for barbecued ribs!