Happy Birthday, Poppa

It’s hard to believe that Jan’s dad will turn 87 next week.

16142784_1232329153523504_8453402464626224770_nWe decided to celebrate a week early – since they have plans to drive Florida and will be gone on the actual day.

Yes – he is driving to Florida at age 87.

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All of our kids were there to feast on Poppa’s favorite oyster soup (and a cheesy potato soup for those poor souls who don’t yet appreciate the warm milk and fishiness of oyster soup.)

Then we played games –

15977573_1232332460189840_3939402318156689418_nA mild game of Ticket to Ride that included lipstick and selfies and lots of belly laughter.

Steven and Laura won – again.

Yes – they beat Poppa on his birthday.

But he and Matt took second place.

And then – after German chocolate cake and ice cream and presents – we had a wild round of Pie In the Face.

16003168_1232333073523112_1770078695099218374_nA crazy game of Russian roulette that involves a giant hand covered with whipped cream and lots of laughter!

Anything to entertain Poppa on his birthday.

16114599_1232333066856446_5722873145077238127_nAnd boy was he entertained!

That was a birthday party to remember!

Here’s to many, many more!

Happy birthday, Poppa!

What a Week!

It was quite a week here.

We’re in full-on graduation mode now.

Monday the girls and I went shopping. We found a new dress for me, bought the paper goods for the party and enough Hawaiian punch to sink a small ship.

Tuesday I bought all the butter on the shelf at the store and started baking.

Wednesday all of the kids took off on a one day road trip in Dagmar’s new truck to surprise my niece on her birthday.

birthday misadventure

I stayed home and baked more cookies, plus I started roasting the first of many mock smoked turkeys.

But as the kids were ready to head home – Dagmar’s wonder truck wouldn’t start, leaving them stranded at my sister’s house.

As the phone calls and texts were flying back and forth between our stranded children and their parents,  my amazing husband tried to diagnose the problem from listening to the vehicle over the phone.

And he was right.

We decided it was best if they spent the night there and we’d figure out something in the morning before Pedro and Dagmar had to be back here for work.

Thus their quick one day jaunt became into an impromptu sleep-over.

They didn’t seem to mind and their party continued.

But in the confusion of the evening – we kind of forgot the poor plants that had been outside hardening off.

You know – those tomatoes and peppers that I had started months ago as wee little seeds and had been nurturing ever since.

Yep. Those plants.

We had a frost during the night.

Ouch.

Meanwhile – my sister was feeding a house full of unexpected guests who didn’t even bring their toothbrushes while finding a mechanic who could could replace a starter cheap and fast.

Then she figured out how to use their family van to tow the wonder truck into town to the super hero mechanic.

And me? I baked more cookies and roasted another turkey – this time with my shoes on and my purse ready in case a rescue party should be needed.

But it was not. The mechanic preformed a miracle. The kids made it home and Pedro to work with 2 minutes to spare.

Ahh.

Friday I baked my first batch of yeast rolls and roasted another turkey.

And today we fought the crowds at the Amish green house to replace our frozen peppers and tomatoes. Obviously we weren’t the only ones to miss the memo on the frost.

Yep. It’s been quite a week.

In Which I Turn Another Year Older

birthday chocolateI had a birthday on Saturday.

For the record – I really don’t feel any older. I’m not sure I act it either! 😉

And for those of you who are wondering what I did on my birthday weekend – I enjoyed it!

I ate chocolate at every meal.

Took a snowy walk with my honey in the sunshine.

Spent time laughing with my kids.

Felt loved and cherished by their gifts.

Sat on the couch and quilted while watching the Olympics.

Ate chocolate ganache right off the spoon.

Had delicious birthday cheesecake from my very own cheesecake fairy. (I love you Dorothy!)

And counted my blessings, not my years.

And that, dear friends, is how it should be.

 

Celebrate!

Angel Girl turned 15 yesterday. (Not quite sure how that happened so fast!)

To celebrate she asked to hang out with her home school friends.

Why not a potluck picnic at the park?

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We had lots of friends join us.

And lots of silliness.
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And food. There’s always plenty of that!

(Glad to see that Buddy was eating so well – chips, Oreo cookies and a Popsicle?!)

Angel Girl got to do all her favorite things – hang with friends, take lots of cute pictures,
DSC_0210and chase adorable littles up and down the play equipment.

She was in her element!

1011766_489476501122456_822853665_nHappy birthday Angel Girl!

Our Scottish Lad

DSC_0157Our Buddy is know to be a bit obsessive about things. (You may remember his recent pica phase.)

He has now moved on – thanks to the books by GA Henty – into a Scottish phase.

So much so – that he asked for a kilt for his birthday.

God bless Nana Shirley. She came through with not just a kilt – but all the accessories!

He’s thrilled!

You’ll never guess what he wants next.

Yep. A bagpipe.

Um…we’ll have to see about that one.

A quick glance at my family tree doesn’t reveal any Scottish ancestors.  Which is probably okay – I sure wouldn’t want him developing a taste for haggis.