We were so excited to have Justin's basketball team and coaches over to our house for a cookout/swim party recently. Justin loves grilling for people and especially hear them go on and on about how amazing the finished product is. When he was a teenager, he worked at his Uncle Bow's Barbecue restaurant, where he learned the tricks of the trade. We think he is an excellent griller, which is why we call him Daddio of the Patio and Master Griller.
We love our sweet ball girls; they are all so kind and respectful. Truly, they are the kind of girls we never have to worry about having our small children around. Hadley swam with them all night long and felt so big.
The girls got a lively game of volleyball going, which entertained them for quite some time.
Justin is donning his new beard, and got many comments from the girls on that. Coach, nice beard or Coach, what's up with that? Don't even get him started on when he asked me last summer about whether a particular pair of khacki shorts he was wearing were too short or not. I insisted that they weren't and didn't think another thing about it. Later that night, he told me that when one of his players, Bre, saw him that day, the first words out of her mouth were, "Coach, you gotta lose those bootie shorts." Ha!! I am obviously way out of touch with what's in style. These girls keep it real with Coach Stinson though.
Justin gave me a hard time over the childish, cheesy straws I bought for the girls. Well, turns out they were the hit of the night. Every girl took a straw and drank from it. It was so cute, if I do say so myself.
When Justin told the girls that we would get the firepit going after supper and make some s'mores, the girls got super excited. In fact, Elli's comment was, "Coach, I have ultimate respect for you now." Wow... who knew s'mores made such an impression on teenage girls.
Hadley's marshmallow briefly caught on fire, which freaked her out, but we talked her through the process of waving it until the flames were gone.
It's funny how people are so picky about how they like their marshmallows. Some like them barely roasted, while others like them blackened. Hadley's was certainly very well done, but she didn't seem to mind. The girls really seemed to have a great time, which made us feel good. It's so funny how when you host teenagers at your house you want them to enjoy themselves. That can be one tough age group to connect with. But between the barbecue, straws, and s'mores, I think we succeeded!
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