The birthday (Part Two)

Sunday morning was Lilly's actual birthday and she came downstairs to a decorated family room. (She told me to do this, too.)

I made her a new little dress to wear to church on her birthday.
Some favorite gifts included goggles, which must be worn upside down, I suppose.

The pink high heels were a hit and continue to be worn everywhere and with everything. I have to remind her that these are for DRESS UP. She loves them.

And we got her the cutest bike I've ever seen (besides my pink cruiser). Now the two of us can ride around town in style.

We love this little girl who's not quite so little anymore (at least in age). She is kind and thoughtful and I've enjoyed having her as my daughter more than I can say. It's exciting to watch her grow and continue to develop into her own person, complete with eye rolls and know-it-all attitude. She's wonderful and we love her.

A birthday in two parts (Part One)

The day started with doughnuts. Always a fave. Princess had her tiara and earrings on for the entire day.
We opted not to have a big party this year and instead took some friends to see Toy Story 3. Who could have possibly made that darling dress Lilly is wearing? Such a mystery.

And afterwards, we completed the sugar high with some fro yo and presents. The kids were darling and it's so fun to hear them giggle and talk and tell the lamest knock knock jokes you ever heard.

It was a fun day and this is only the first part of the birthday extravaganza!

Twas Lilly's birthday not too long ago and since it happened to fall on a Sunday, we celebrated it over a couple of days so we could get in all the activities that she requested. For weeks leading up to her birthday, Lilly would inform me of what I was to do for her and how she was to be treated. Such as:

You can bring me breakfast in bed

I want a pinata

You have to be nice to me on my birthday (which, like, when am I NOT nice?)

You have to do whatever I say on my birthday.

I tried to humor her, but her royal highness went too far with the last one.

Anyway, there are some pictures from Saturday. Her Grandy came up to visit Lilly for her special day although she is not seen in any pictures. Come to think of it, neither am I.

Quote of the Day

{Background: I have a bread starter for Amish Friendship Bread which I made late Friday night. The kids didn't have any til Saturday morning. Lilly shared her pearl of wisdom whilst snacking on the bread.

P.s. I have an extra starter to hand out to someone if they're interested. First come first serve. If you don't know what I'm talking about then...to bad.}

L: Do you know what's better than bread? (Pause for dramatic effect)

Q: What?

L: Friendship

I don't know if anyone reading this can really capture how it was said, but it should be made into a bumper sticker. She sounded so serious like she was teaching us a lesson. Anyway, makes us laugh everytime we think of it.

The good and the bad

The bad news is this: my dear Abe broke his arm and bonked his head and couldn't get up in the morning. I wasn't home so I don't know what happened for sure, but I was led to believe he fell off his scooter whilst playing in the backyard which is the size of a dog run in case you want to know. It's a minor break and we were dreading a cast but after he fell off the counter this morning (prepare yourself for a run-on) and I woke up to the sound of things falling on the ground and Abe screaming and then I began screaming and running downstairs whilst yelling for Kelly to wake up and we both ran in the kitchen in such a panic that I couldn't even see straight to find Abe on the floor with a sore bum, we agreed to get a cast. This kid is going to kill me. Anyway, the point is that the arm needs to heal before he can break it again.

Incidentally, Kelly and I were just commenting the other week on the fact that Abe hadn't broken anything yet. Stupid us for saying it out loud. Next time, we just need to pass notes or text each other what we're thinking.

And the good news is this: while walking into Target today with just Oliver (that's part of the good news that I didn't have to chase any kids on a trip to Target) a beloved lady asked how old he is and I said he was almost 9 months and then she said this, AND I QUOTE:

WOW, YOU LOOK GOOD FOR JUST HAVING A BABY

I love her.

sh*t

Pardon my french, but when this happens, it ain't just poop.

Upon our horrifying discovery Kelly did the most romantic thing; with nary a word he scooped up the baby in the carseat as if it weighed nothing, carried "the mess" to the bathroom and scrubbed that baby til he was brand spanking new. It was chivalry at it's finest.

Let's play a game

GUESS WHO DOESN'T FEEL WELL?

GUESS WHO CAN SIT UP FOR MORE THAN TWO SECONDS? FINALLY!
GUESS WHO DOESN'T CHANGE A POOR HELPLESS BABY'S CLOTHES WHEN THEY ARE BEYOND GROSS?

GUESS WHO I LOVE?

Quote of the Day

Yesterday we went swimming with some friends at their community pool. As we were trying to gather up all our gear to leave and just as a family of 6 were about to enter the pool, my dear Abe yelled, "I JUST WENT POTTY IN THE POOL!"

His timing couldn't have been better.