These little people are the light of my life. I will never know why I was counted worthy to be their mom, but I'm going to spend every single day loving them the best that I can (even if they come into my bed, one by one, at the crack of dawn).
Happy Mother's Day!!
Today was Carl's birthday. The celebration began early with homemade cards and a couple of gifts.
The kids just couldn't wait for him to wake up. For the last several weeks Carl has had to travel to company headquarters for work. It's usually only overnight, but we're used to having him here- working remotely from home. We've been missing him.
Then it was off to the country club for breakfast.
Too bad we couldn't go out and play, it was a gorgeous day. (We had all the monkies with us, and I wouldn't dream of taking them out on the course yet. There are rules, and ettiquette, and collared shirts and stuff.)
Ian is just dying to drive the cart. That'll be the day!
In our family, when it's your birthday you get to pick whatever you want for dinner. So of course meat was on the menu tonight in the form of grilled flank steak. Also strawberry lemonade...
and chocolate peanut butter squares. (I'm warning you not to make them-- dangerously good!)
Then we inaugurated the new patio with a little fire.
It was a perfect day to celebrate another great year. Sure do love that guy. (Thanks for the rabbit ears Laurel)
Happy Birthday Carl! Thirty-eight looks good on you.
Ian's turned two yesterday, but the celebration actually began earlier in the week when we made our way down to the river,
We threw down a blanket and kicked off our shoes,
Ian's best buddy Sylvan was there. Remember him? Ian and Sylvan go way back!
It's so fun to watch these boys grow up and mark each milestone together. (Happy Birthday to Sylvan today!)
Then, last night, on his real birthday, we had friends for dinner.
We ate blue jello cloud parfaits,
and Cookie Monster Cake.
(This was easy to make. I just used the frosting that you can squirt from a can for the fur, and crushed oreos for the the mouth!)
We adults were happy that there was some cake left-over after the kids were served!
Oh that boy! I wondered if I should be more sad about my baby turning 2. He's the last one for me you know? One of the sweetest moments of the day came when my midwife called me and retold me his birth story. It seems like a lifetime ago. Thoughtful of her to remind me that it wasn't.
Instead, I find myself smiling as I think about how he can make a crazy huge mess in record time, how he prefers cheese over any other kind of food, how he sprays me with the garden hose, how his buns look in his big-boy underwear, and how he kisses me more than anyone else in this entire house! He keeps me on my toes and keeps me humble. If not for him I might think I know a thing or two about how to raise children. It turns out that I don't actually know much at all.
It's all new with him, and I'm happy for that because it makes for a lifetime of great adventure. Happy Birthday Son. I love you.
