This weekend we were lucky enough to have Aunt Lauren, or as Beckett calls her, "My Wawee", come stay with us. We spent the day at the Scottish Festival and although it was HOT, we had a blast. Beckett looked manly and handsome in his kilt (he calls it a "kick"), and Mark did great competing in the A class for the first time (and he looked manly and handsome as well). Lauren and I got henna tattoos because we like to live on the edge. The highland games and Scottish festivals are quickly becoming a favorite tradition of ours. I'm starting to maybe, possibly consider trying a competition or two myself. There are a few problems though: I'm not a burly scotswoman, I haven't lifted weights for a few years, and I'm lacking a kilt.