Growing up we had an annual tradition in which Papa Knowles flew in fresh lobster from Boston and our family and neighborhood friends all gathered for a feast. This was known as "The Lobster Party" and was held for many years. Amy, Jenny and I have vivid memories of these lobsters who lived in our fridge for the days before the party and allowed us to race them across our kitchen floor. All before dropping them into a boiling pot of water, of course! We decided to revisit this tradition last weekend and it was as great as I remember. Family, old and new friends and some East Coast lobsters all made the trek to the Knowles home. We relaxed, enjoyed the sun, played some croquet and badminton, tapped the keg and indulged in some great food.
Meeting the Lobster
Which can be a bit upsetting
The "before"
The "after"
A feast for all
Even Maya, who got a hold of her first ear of corn
Lots of playtime with friends and cousins
And some rolling around in the grass. As Maya was running across the lawn she tripped and fell. Lucky for her she has a friend in Avery, who quickly laid on the ground next to her to make sure she wasn't alone!
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