I never did get around to a happy birthday post to my mom. If I had, these photos would have been in it. They were taken during a quiet moment a couple of days after Joshua was born. It was a sweet and tender moment that I'm glad I caught on camera. Seeing my parents bonding with each of their grandchildren is such a joy and a great gift from God.
Friday, July 25, 2014
July is our month of birthdays. First mine. Then Lillian's. Then my mom's. And, last but not least Stephan's.
This morning I said to the kids, "Hey, guys! It's daddy's birthday!" To which Lillian responded, "No! MINE!!" Haha! She is not into sharing her birth month with anyone else. Hello, two! On the other hand, Levi and Sophia got to work on presents for him. I think this is the first time they've really initiated present making for someone. I'm pretty excited about that. Levi brought in two magnolia leaves, and requested a hole punch and string, so he could craft a necklace. Sophia wanted string and "sparkly things" (beads) to make a bracelet, and of course, Lillian insisted that I make a bracelet just for her.
I spent a little time in the kitchen whipping up some birthday desserts. Brownies are Stephan's favorites, but the kids think it's not a birthday without cake. On top of that I had promised Sophia some truffles, so a lot of baking happened. Now there are loads of leftovers. There was no way we could eat all of that even with the help of my parents and sister!
It was a busy day spent mostly chasing little ones and cleaning up after them too, but in the midst of the chaos we made a pretty decent little celebration. Happy birthday, Stephan! You are an incredible husband and father. Thank you for everything you do! We love you so much, and we are so blessed to have you!
Thursday, July 17, 2014
(a blueberry farm with roaming horses...aka: lawn mowers)
Summer food is starting to roll on in. We've frozen tomatoes (did you know you can freeze them whole?), canned pickles, and now I'm thinking blueberry jam should be next on the list. Today my mom, sister, and I took the kids to a blueberry farm. Yes, we have our own blueberry bushes, but somehow we've ended up at blueberry farms the last two summers despite our own crop. Last summer I blame the army worms. This summer I blame memories from last year.
It took us forever and a very long time to get to there. Poor Joshua was not enjoying the ride, so half an hour turned into well over an hour of stopping and starting. The big kids were such troopers. They endured the extra long car ride with a decent amount of grace, and when they were finally let loose in the blueberry fields they actually brought in a respectable haul. Okay, so half of it may have gotten eaten on the car ride back, but there's still enough for jam...if they don't eat the rest of the berries tomorrow!