As you may recall, The Boy had the audacity to be born on his cousin's birthday, right during her birthday party. So rude! Therefore, the consequence is that we celebrate the birthdays together, but Miss B. gets to choose the location and food. This year, we went to Chili's.
As always, The Boy's just happy for a little attention.
The cousins discovering the various properties of crayons.
Back at Miss B.'s house, eating the scrumptious chocolate birthday cake her mother made. Note the tentative first bite.
The second bite wasn't quite so tentative.
And then, he thoroughly enjoyed the cake, rubbing some onto his face to save for later.
Not a single crumb will go untasted!
The plate looks yummy too!
Happy birthday to MEEEE!
I'm glad that The Hub's mom insisted on The Boy trying some cake. That was too hilarious.
Anyway, a week or so later, The Hub bought me a king size bar of Hershey's chocolate--reward for a very trying day. I ate about half of it that night (bad Momma!), wrapped it up, and absentmindedly left it on the end table in the living room.
The Boy discovered it the next morning.
Ha ha! Silly Momma. You let me find chocolate!
Let this be a lesson to you: Always put the chocolate away!
I'm so glad he's getting to an age where I can caption his pictures--I love it when the little personality shows up. In other news, The Boy's got seven teeth now and is apparently in a rush to get them in--he's cutting three at a time right now.
Now for the current events. (I really should blog more often.)
For instance, there's nothing like a little drama in life to remind you that sometimes, life just HAPPENS. Unfortunately, last week The Boy got his finger shut in a door, removing the tip. There was no screaming, but there was plenty of the red stuff between said door and the couch, where I was napping when The Boy found me. (I told The Hub later, "Welcome to the CSI cleanup crew.") Anyway, I could tell that it was more than I could handle, so I bundled The Boy and the girls into the van and took off for the emergency room. (It was Saturday afternoon and The Hub was out of town on business. He may or may not have fielded a mildly hysterical call from me as I reviewed the carnage. Blech.) The girls were fantastically well-behaved and calm and we got put on the fast track, since his finger never stopped bleeding, so we were in and out of the ER in an hour. I do believe the Lord extended us some tender mercies there.
The Boy's doing just fine--the bandages and washings and preventative antibiotics haven't slowed him down one bit--but we are taking suggestions for nicknames once his finger is completely healed.
So far we have:
1. Stumpy
2. Stubby
3. Mr. Funky Finger
4. The Nail-less Wonder
Leave your vote in the comments section!
I'll post pictures of his finger once it's completely healed.
This week, The Eldest has had the audacity to maintain that she is allowed to continue growing older. The Hub and I have resigned ourselves to this fact and decided to throw her a little party.
We had coloring and games and a craft (a winter fairy made from pipe cleaners) and presents and FOOD. Since The Eldest is awesome, I was able to talk her into having baked apples with ice cream and mulled cider instead of cupcakes and soda. How cool is that?
We didn't get pictures of everyone, but here are some of The Eldest's Primary friends.
Miss B., The Eldest and Miss Bubbly's cousin, surrounded by party aftermath (there may have been closely supervised fun with party poppers).
The Eldest riding the present that rendered her speechless.
Oh yes, we are awesome parents.
Birthday loot.
More birthday loot!
According to the feedback I got, everyone had a wonderful time!
There. I'm now all caught up, and Christmas hasn't happened yet! Of course, there's the extended family Christmas Family Home Evening tonight, The Eldest's actual birthday tomorrow, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year's coming up, but RIGHT NOW, at this very MOMENT, I am caught up. Hurrah.
As always, The Boy's just happy for a little attention.
The cousins discovering the various properties of crayons.
Back at Miss B.'s house, eating the scrumptious chocolate birthday cake her mother made. Note the tentative first bite.
The second bite wasn't quite so tentative.
And then, he thoroughly enjoyed the cake, rubbing some onto his face to save for later.
Not a single crumb will go untasted!
The plate looks yummy too!
Happy birthday to MEEEE!
I'm glad that The Hub's mom insisted on The Boy trying some cake. That was too hilarious.
Anyway, a week or so later, The Hub bought me a king size bar of Hershey's chocolate--reward for a very trying day. I ate about half of it that night (bad Momma!), wrapped it up, and absentmindedly left it on the end table in the living room.
The Boy discovered it the next morning.
Ha ha! Silly Momma. You let me find chocolate!
Let this be a lesson to you: Always put the chocolate away!
I'm so glad he's getting to an age where I can caption his pictures--I love it when the little personality shows up. In other news, The Boy's got seven teeth now and is apparently in a rush to get them in--he's cutting three at a time right now.
Now for the current events. (I really should blog more often.)
For instance, there's nothing like a little drama in life to remind you that sometimes, life just HAPPENS. Unfortunately, last week The Boy got his finger shut in a door, removing the tip. There was no screaming, but there was plenty of the red stuff between said door and the couch, where I was napping when The Boy found me. (I told The Hub later, "Welcome to the CSI cleanup crew.") Anyway, I could tell that it was more than I could handle, so I bundled The Boy and the girls into the van and took off for the emergency room. (It was Saturday afternoon and The Hub was out of town on business. He may or may not have fielded a mildly hysterical call from me as I reviewed the carnage. Blech.) The girls were fantastically well-behaved and calm and we got put on the fast track, since his finger never stopped bleeding, so we were in and out of the ER in an hour. I do believe the Lord extended us some tender mercies there.
The Boy's doing just fine--the bandages and washings and preventative antibiotics haven't slowed him down one bit--but we are taking suggestions for nicknames once his finger is completely healed.
So far we have:
1. Stumpy
2. Stubby
3. Mr. Funky Finger
4. The Nail-less Wonder
Leave your vote in the comments section!
I'll post pictures of his finger once it's completely healed.
This week, The Eldest has had the audacity to maintain that she is allowed to continue growing older. The Hub and I have resigned ourselves to this fact and decided to throw her a little party.
We had coloring and games and a craft (a winter fairy made from pipe cleaners) and presents and FOOD. Since The Eldest is awesome, I was able to talk her into having baked apples with ice cream and mulled cider instead of cupcakes and soda. How cool is that?
We didn't get pictures of everyone, but here are some of The Eldest's Primary friends.
Miss B., The Eldest and Miss Bubbly's cousin, surrounded by party aftermath (there may have been closely supervised fun with party poppers).
The Eldest riding the present that rendered her speechless.
Oh yes, we are awesome parents.
Birthday loot.
More birthday loot!
According to the feedback I got, everyone had a wonderful time!
There. I'm now all caught up, and Christmas hasn't happened yet! Of course, there's the extended family Christmas Family Home Evening tonight, The Eldest's actual birthday tomorrow, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and New Year's coming up, but RIGHT NOW, at this very MOMENT, I am caught up. Hurrah.
1 comment:
No! No! TJ cannot lose a finger tip. That makes me really sad. Chocolate is better. Dancing sisters are better. Christmas is better!
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