The last (and only) time I had a surprise birthday party was when I turned 18. I'll be turning 32 this week. So even if this wasn't originally intended to celebrate my birthday, and it was an afterthought, I still appreciate it.
Monday, November 19, 2012
My birthday
I got an email this morning inviting me out to dinner tonight. A friend's birthday is Wednesday, and another friend of mine had talked to her (first friend's) husband to make arrangements to "kidnap" her and take her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner -- PF Changs. First friend just had a baby two weeks ago, so it was kind-of a big deal. I haven't been out with girlfriends in what seems like forever, so I jumped on the chance! When I got to the restaurant, I quickly learned that we were celebrating my friend's birthday, and mine, which is Thursday. It was a fun little sort-of surprise.
The last (and only) time I had a surprise birthday party was when I turned 18. I'll be turning 32 this week. So even if this wasn't originally intended to celebrate my birthday, and it was an afterthought, I still appreciate it.
The last (and only) time I had a surprise birthday party was when I turned 18. I'll be turning 32 this week. So even if this wasn't originally intended to celebrate my birthday, and it was an afterthought, I still appreciate it.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
My hunky husband
With Julie's school being a co-op, parents take an active role in ensuring the success of the school programs. I help out in the classroom about once a month, and we also have fundraisers every so often, and we're required to help out with at least two of those per year. One of them was last week -- Ben had volunteered to help with a dinner that the co-op was providing as part of an event at the church that sponsors it. This being our first go-round with all of this, we're still figuring things out. Ben emailed the coordinator of the fundraiser to ask a few questions, including an inquiry about dress code. She told him she'd probably just be wearing jeans and t-shirt, that it was pretty casual. He responded that he might just go out and rent a tux to be sure to stand out. The next day she told me that she thought it was funny, and she fully expected to see him show up in a tux.
We didn't have a big wedding party. Ben's mom made his fancy vest and bowtie for him (and my silk bouquet). He wore them with a brand spankin' new black suit and a tuxedo shirt that he had found once at Goodwill. He's got tuxedo buttons and three sets of cufflinks.
I got a devious idea. The day of the fundraiser, Ben got dressed up in black dress pants, his tuxedo shirt with black buttons and cuff links, and put on his vest and bowtie from the wedding, and topped it off with a black jacket.
I think he looks pretty hot.
We didn't have a big wedding party. Ben's mom made his fancy vest and bowtie for him (and my silk bouquet). He wore them with a brand spankin' new black suit and a tuxedo shirt that he had found once at Goodwill. He's got tuxedo buttons and three sets of cufflinks.
I got a devious idea. The day of the fundraiser, Ben got dressed up in black dress pants, his tuxedo shirt with black buttons and cuff links, and put on his vest and bowtie from the wedding, and topped it off with a black jacket.
I think he looks pretty hot.
Thanksgiving song
Julie has been in a "real" preschool this year -- a local co-op, with 12 kids in her class and an actual teacher that isn't just the parent of one of the kids. She goes to school Monday through Thursday, from 9:00-11:30am. She loves it, and complains on Fridays (we're working on playdates for Fridays).
Today was the last day of school until after Thanksgiving (tomorrow is parent-teacher conference day), so the kids had prepared a special musical performance for us.
Waiting for all the parents to shuffle in.
Julie and her friend Charlie.
Julie playing with the Tangram blocks after the song.
The kids' "thankful quilt." Julie's squares are the bottom left two. One is a flower, the other says, I'm thankful for my Mommy, Daddy, and my sister, the color blue, bananas and apples, and Grammy and Gramps."
This one is a friendship quilt, I guess. Julie's squares on this one are the purple on the far right, and the one right below it. The purple one says, "You are a good friend if you share."
And here's the video of them singing their song.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
What, me, overshare?
For the first time, like ever, Julie let me take pictures of her after church in her pretty dress. She even posed for me! I had to share.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Watch out, World!
She's starting early...
I'm tellin' you, Grammy...if you don't hand over the keys, I'm dropping your sunglasses.
Thank you!
Ooo, what's that one do?
Ah...it was the air conditioning.
Whaddaya mean I'm too little?
Fine, I'll just sit here and chill out then.
I'm tellin' you, Grammy...if you don't hand over the keys, I'm dropping your sunglasses.
Thank you!
Ooo, what's that one do?
Ah...it was the air conditioning.
Whaddaya mean I'm too little?
Fine, I'll just sit here and chill out then.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Three little words
Six and a half years of marriage.
Two children.
Five years as Assistant Scoutmaster.
Two and a half years as ward Young Women President.
Fifteen(ish) out-of-state road trips.
Forty(ish) camping trips.
One 2002 Mazda Protege with a dent in the rear driver's side door.
And it all comes down to three little words:
Hyundai
Santa
Fe
Two children.
Five years as Assistant Scoutmaster.
Two and a half years as ward Young Women President.
Fifteen(ish) out-of-state road trips.
Forty(ish) camping trips.
One 2002 Mazda Protege with a dent in the rear driver's side door.
And it all comes down to three little words:
Hyundai
Santa
Fe
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Julie's first haircut
I had been dreading this day for about 3 years. Cut my baby's hair? How could I ever do it? It was so long and beautiful, and one feature that always drew compliments. But eventually it became and inevitability.
Last summer, I started talking myself into it, telling myself that it would probably have to happen sometime this summer. (I myself was four years old (I think), when my mom took my for my first haircut.) I began to take more time enjoying brushing Julie's long beautiful hair, each time I had the opportunity, knowing that soon she'd be hitting a major growing-up milestone.
Paying more attention to her hair, I noticed that the bottom three to four inches were a lot drier and more brittle than the rest. She had really bad split ends. And she has a habit of pulling out her own rubber bands, which rips through her hair in a bad way, so she had a lot of breakage from that. If she ever didn't have her hair pulled back for Saturday morning pancakes, the syrup wreaked havoc on her hair.
It soon became apparent that we couldn't put it off any longer. At that point I started to think about how Julie herself would react to getting her hair cut. I practically have to put her in restraints to clip her nails (though in over four years, I've never once accidentally snipped her skin), so I was worried this would be a terrible ordeal.
I started talking with her about it a few weeks in advance, asking if she wanted to get her hair cut (like Rapunzel) to keep it pretty and healthy. She was resistant (though not panicky) at first, but eventually ceded to the idea. We also talked about how we can only cut hair with special hair-cutting scissors (hoping to prevent her from getting any clever ideas of her own at home...), and how we don't have any in the house. We talked about going to a special hair-cutting store, and sitting in a cool chair that goes up and down in front of a big mirror. She seemed amenable to the idea.
Eventually I made an appointment, and made it on a day that Ben could go with us. I still didn't know what her reaction would be when it came down to go-time, and since she's a Daddy's girl, I knew I wanted reinforcement, just in case. She was a little scared at first, but it was more of a new setting/new situation scared than anything else. We showed her the "cool" apron they had, with pretty flowers on one side, and an army design ("like Uncle Josh") on the other side. I showed her the special hair-cutting scissors we had talked about, and how the chair moved. She eventually let us sit her in the chair, in front of Scooby Doo, and with Daddy's iPod. She wouldn't keep her head down enough when they asked her to, but other than that, she did much better than expected. At the end (and for the next few days), she kept telling us, "the haircut scissors not hurt!"
Whew! Crisis averted.
In the end, we only took enough off to clean up the split ends and ratty dryness. She still has long and beautiful hair, just not quite as long as before.
We accidentally left the camera in the car, so we didn't get "real" before/after pictures, so I've got a before picture from a few months earlier, low-quality iPod pictures from during, and afters pictures later at home again.
This is actually from back in April -- I took it because I loved how you could see the different color tones in her hair, woven through the braid.
During the haircut. Calm as can be.
And after. Not much difference, but she proudly displayed it for me.
Before and after, side by side:
Last summer, I started talking myself into it, telling myself that it would probably have to happen sometime this summer. (I myself was four years old (I think), when my mom took my for my first haircut.) I began to take more time enjoying brushing Julie's long beautiful hair, each time I had the opportunity, knowing that soon she'd be hitting a major growing-up milestone.
Paying more attention to her hair, I noticed that the bottom three to four inches were a lot drier and more brittle than the rest. She had really bad split ends. And she has a habit of pulling out her own rubber bands, which rips through her hair in a bad way, so she had a lot of breakage from that. If she ever didn't have her hair pulled back for Saturday morning pancakes, the syrup wreaked havoc on her hair.
It soon became apparent that we couldn't put it off any longer. At that point I started to think about how Julie herself would react to getting her hair cut. I practically have to put her in restraints to clip her nails (though in over four years, I've never once accidentally snipped her skin), so I was worried this would be a terrible ordeal.
I started talking with her about it a few weeks in advance, asking if she wanted to get her hair cut (like Rapunzel) to keep it pretty and healthy. She was resistant (though not panicky) at first, but eventually ceded to the idea. We also talked about how we can only cut hair with special hair-cutting scissors (hoping to prevent her from getting any clever ideas of her own at home...), and how we don't have any in the house. We talked about going to a special hair-cutting store, and sitting in a cool chair that goes up and down in front of a big mirror. She seemed amenable to the idea.
Eventually I made an appointment, and made it on a day that Ben could go with us. I still didn't know what her reaction would be when it came down to go-time, and since she's a Daddy's girl, I knew I wanted reinforcement, just in case. She was a little scared at first, but it was more of a new setting/new situation scared than anything else. We showed her the "cool" apron they had, with pretty flowers on one side, and an army design ("like Uncle Josh") on the other side. I showed her the special hair-cutting scissors we had talked about, and how the chair moved. She eventually let us sit her in the chair, in front of Scooby Doo, and with Daddy's iPod. She wouldn't keep her head down enough when they asked her to, but other than that, she did much better than expected. At the end (and for the next few days), she kept telling us, "the haircut scissors not hurt!"
Whew! Crisis averted.
In the end, we only took enough off to clean up the split ends and ratty dryness. She still has long and beautiful hair, just not quite as long as before.
We accidentally left the camera in the car, so we didn't get "real" before/after pictures, so I've got a before picture from a few months earlier, low-quality iPod pictures from during, and afters pictures later at home again.
This is actually from back in April -- I took it because I loved how you could see the different color tones in her hair, woven through the braid.
During the haircut. Calm as can be.
And after. Not much difference, but she proudly displayed it for me.
Before and after, side by side:
Unfortunate incident
Remember how I said that Robyn was quickly becoming mobile? That she scoots and pulls herself all over the place? Well, it's true...she does. Most of the time it's safe and I'm able to keep her out of trouble, though we're going to need to put gates up within a week, I think.
This morning we had an unfortunate incident that I wish never had to happen to sweet babies. We were all just getting up, and Robyn was on my bed, where we'd been snuggling/playing for a bit. Julie had come in to join us. I got up to use the bathroom, leaving Julie to keep a close watch on her sister and make sure she didn't scoot off the edge of the bed. Julie usually does this in the morning while I get dressed/use the bathroom/etc. She's usually highly attentive. Well, today she wasn't. She was busy playing in Daddy's closet when I heard the loud thud, followed by hysterical crying.
By the time I got back in the room, Robyn had righted herself, and was scooting toward her big sister (presumably looking for comfort), so I couldn't tell immediately where she'd landed or hit herself. After a few minutes, it became readily apparent.
It took about 10-15 minutes to calm her down, and during that time she didn't want to nurse or take her sippy cup, and would barely take the pacifier for a few seconds at a time. She wouldn't snuggle into me, but definitely wanted to be held. It was so sad.
Eventually she was calm enough to eat breakfast. While in the high chair, Julie kissed her goose egg all better.
Later, Robyn fell asleep on the floor while half-heartedly playing. She's such a light sleeper that I left her right where she was.
She's awake and happy now, and just looks a little worse for the wear.
(Apologies for the low-quality iPod pictures.)
This morning we had an unfortunate incident that I wish never had to happen to sweet babies. We were all just getting up, and Robyn was on my bed, where we'd been snuggling/playing for a bit. Julie had come in to join us. I got up to use the bathroom, leaving Julie to keep a close watch on her sister and make sure she didn't scoot off the edge of the bed. Julie usually does this in the morning while I get dressed/use the bathroom/etc. She's usually highly attentive. Well, today she wasn't. She was busy playing in Daddy's closet when I heard the loud thud, followed by hysterical crying.
By the time I got back in the room, Robyn had righted herself, and was scooting toward her big sister (presumably looking for comfort), so I couldn't tell immediately where she'd landed or hit herself. After a few minutes, it became readily apparent.
It took about 10-15 minutes to calm her down, and during that time she didn't want to nurse or take her sippy cup, and would barely take the pacifier for a few seconds at a time. She wouldn't snuggle into me, but definitely wanted to be held. It was so sad.
Eventually she was calm enough to eat breakfast. While in the high chair, Julie kissed her goose egg all better.
Later, Robyn fell asleep on the floor while half-heartedly playing. She's such a light sleeper that I left her right where she was.
She's awake and happy now, and just looks a little worse for the wear.
(Apologies for the low-quality iPod pictures.)
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Remember me?
Hello there. Why yes, I am still alive, thank you for asking. And I've received my fair share of scolding feedback regarding my absentee-ism on this blog. So what's been happening? Life, that's what. A quick rundown:
May 5: (The date of my last blog post) Robyn ate her first solid foods. I skipped the grains to start with and went straight to sweet potatoes. She loved them. We soon added homemade carrots, mashed bananas, and applesauce (that I canned last fall) to her pallet. She's a good eater.
May 6: We had some major boundary changes at church. I mean major -- an entire ward was dissolved! As a result of these changes, we suddenly had a youth program about three times the size of what we had before -- wahoo!!!!
May 20: I was released as the Young Women President in my ward, after serving for a little over two-and-a-half years. I was told right before church started, so I was a complete and total mess that day, because it was completely unexpected (despite the recent changes). I'm over it by now, but that day was a really really hard day.
May 26: Ben took a sledgehammer to my kitchen counters. We're in remodel mode, and after researching many options, Ben decided to DIY the countertops in our "new" kitchen -- with concrete. It's definitely been a learning curve, and things are not done yet (grumble), but he got an initial chunk of work some while I was out of town.
May 26- June 3: The girls and I went to Connecticut to visit my family. My brother Clayton was leaving soon for his mission, and is (by now) out in the field already. He and my sister Candice were both going to the temple for the first time, which is a really special thing in the LDS Church. It was important to me that I could be there with them and my parents. It was a long drive -- 10 hours. Add to that the complications of a pretty much non-functional air conditioner in the car, as well as a completely non-functional stereo console (which we later fixed by simply replacing a fuse...d'oh!). I managed the drive (each way) surprisingly well on my own, though.
May 30: I joined Instagram and got a whole lot cooler. I think that's how it works, right?
June 4-8: Julie went to her first-ever Summer "camp." Earlier in the year, I saw a LivingSocial deal for a week-long gymnastics camp half off. Julie has always been a great climber, and naturally flexible, so I thought she would enjoy it. The class incorporated gymnastics, rock climbing, dance, and a couple other things. She LOVED it. I'm so glad I signed her up for it -- she really had a lot of fun.
June 6-8: Ben went to Utah for the wedding of a dear friend of his. It was kind-of a lightning trip, and expensive, but worth it to him. I'm glad he got to go.
June 9: Ben went white-water rafting with some friends. They got up early and drove three-and-a-half hours to a place that Ben had gone rafting with the Scouts in the past. They spent all day on the water, and headed home around 5:00pm. By the time Ben pulled into the driveway at 8:45, I had the car halfway loaded for a week away. I sent him up to take a shower, and then we piled in the car and left.
June 9-16: The girls and I were in Indiana, while Ben continued on to Tennessee. By this time, the air conditioning was completely gone, so we drove at night. We arrived at Ben's parents' house around 3am or so, and completely crashed. We didn't bother getting up to go to church, because we were so completely out of it. Ben had a conference in Nashville that week, at which he presented a coding package he'd written. Since the kitchen at home wasn't very usable yet, the girls and I stayed with Ben's parents. A few weeks before, I found out that the week we were to be there was the same week as Cub Scout camp for Brandon (my nephew who lives with my in-laws). Brandon's family lives in Alabama, and they were coming up for the week, which meant four other kids in the house as well. All the adults were staffing at Cub Camp in some capacity or another, the older kids were helping out as well, and Julie's cousin Sam (only a month older than her) was attending "pixie camp" with the kids of the staff. So we signed Julie up for Pixie Camp as well (under her grandma), and I drove her to and from camp every day, since everyone else actually camped there. Robyn and I stayed at my in-laws' big empty house and fed cats all week. We drove home overnight, and once again stumbled our way through the next day.
Things got a little bit back to normal for a couple of weeks, but not really.
July 4: Darcy (Ben's mom) and Eli (Ben's 12-year-old brother) came up so that Eli could go with Ben to Scout Camp the following week. They stayed with us for a couple of days, all of which were busy.
July 5: Major milestone: Julie got her first haircut.
July 6: Another major milestone: Robyn started pulling herself around on her tummy, and has been happily scooting along ever since.
July 7-13: Darcy went back to Indiana...and the girls and I went with her. We got to spend some real time with Gma and Grumpa this time, without Cub camp, without other cousins, and without major activity going on.
July 14: I had a newborn photo shoot for Square Root Photography. I'm still working on editing the images, but you can see a sneak preview here.
During all this, Ben has been working on new countertops in the kitchen, as well as digging up/cleaning/leveling/replacing the pavers in our driveway for a cleaner look and an even seal.
So yeah, life has been a little crazy, but we're starting to get back to normal a little bit. I plan to do a few individual blog posts about some of the above events, but wanted to at least get this down. In the meantime, here is me and my beautiful girls playing in the kiddie pool on my parents' deck last month:
May 5: (The date of my last blog post) Robyn ate her first solid foods. I skipped the grains to start with and went straight to sweet potatoes. She loved them. We soon added homemade carrots, mashed bananas, and applesauce (that I canned last fall) to her pallet. She's a good eater.
May 6: We had some major boundary changes at church. I mean major -- an entire ward was dissolved! As a result of these changes, we suddenly had a youth program about three times the size of what we had before -- wahoo!!!!
May 20: I was released as the Young Women President in my ward, after serving for a little over two-and-a-half years. I was told right before church started, so I was a complete and total mess that day, because it was completely unexpected (despite the recent changes). I'm over it by now, but that day was a really really hard day.
May 26: Ben took a sledgehammer to my kitchen counters. We're in remodel mode, and after researching many options, Ben decided to DIY the countertops in our "new" kitchen -- with concrete. It's definitely been a learning curve, and things are not done yet (grumble), but he got an initial chunk of work some while I was out of town.
May 26- June 3: The girls and I went to Connecticut to visit my family. My brother Clayton was leaving soon for his mission, and is (by now) out in the field already. He and my sister Candice were both going to the temple for the first time, which is a really special thing in the LDS Church. It was important to me that I could be there with them and my parents. It was a long drive -- 10 hours. Add to that the complications of a pretty much non-functional air conditioner in the car, as well as a completely non-functional stereo console (which we later fixed by simply replacing a fuse...d'oh!). I managed the drive (each way) surprisingly well on my own, though.
May 30: I joined Instagram and got a whole lot cooler. I think that's how it works, right?
June 4-8: Julie went to her first-ever Summer "camp." Earlier in the year, I saw a LivingSocial deal for a week-long gymnastics camp half off. Julie has always been a great climber, and naturally flexible, so I thought she would enjoy it. The class incorporated gymnastics, rock climbing, dance, and a couple other things. She LOVED it. I'm so glad I signed her up for it -- she really had a lot of fun.
June 6-8: Ben went to Utah for the wedding of a dear friend of his. It was kind-of a lightning trip, and expensive, but worth it to him. I'm glad he got to go.
June 9: Ben went white-water rafting with some friends. They got up early and drove three-and-a-half hours to a place that Ben had gone rafting with the Scouts in the past. They spent all day on the water, and headed home around 5:00pm. By the time Ben pulled into the driveway at 8:45, I had the car halfway loaded for a week away. I sent him up to take a shower, and then we piled in the car and left.
June 9-16: The girls and I were in Indiana, while Ben continued on to Tennessee. By this time, the air conditioning was completely gone, so we drove at night. We arrived at Ben's parents' house around 3am or so, and completely crashed. We didn't bother getting up to go to church, because we were so completely out of it. Ben had a conference in Nashville that week, at which he presented a coding package he'd written. Since the kitchen at home wasn't very usable yet, the girls and I stayed with Ben's parents. A few weeks before, I found out that the week we were to be there was the same week as Cub Scout camp for Brandon (my nephew who lives with my in-laws). Brandon's family lives in Alabama, and they were coming up for the week, which meant four other kids in the house as well. All the adults were staffing at Cub Camp in some capacity or another, the older kids were helping out as well, and Julie's cousin Sam (only a month older than her) was attending "pixie camp" with the kids of the staff. So we signed Julie up for Pixie Camp as well (under her grandma), and I drove her to and from camp every day, since everyone else actually camped there. Robyn and I stayed at my in-laws' big empty house and fed cats all week. We drove home overnight, and once again stumbled our way through the next day.
Things got a little bit back to normal for a couple of weeks, but not really.
July 4: Darcy (Ben's mom) and Eli (Ben's 12-year-old brother) came up so that Eli could go with Ben to Scout Camp the following week. They stayed with us for a couple of days, all of which were busy.
July 5: Major milestone: Julie got her first haircut.
July 6: Another major milestone: Robyn started pulling herself around on her tummy, and has been happily scooting along ever since.
July 7-13: Darcy went back to Indiana...and the girls and I went with her. We got to spend some real time with Gma and Grumpa this time, without Cub camp, without other cousins, and without major activity going on.
July 14: I had a newborn photo shoot for Square Root Photography. I'm still working on editing the images, but you can see a sneak preview here.
During all this, Ben has been working on new countertops in the kitchen, as well as digging up/cleaning/leveling/replacing the pavers in our driveway for a cleaner look and an even seal.
So yeah, life has been a little crazy, but we're starting to get back to normal a little bit. I plan to do a few individual blog posts about some of the above events, but wanted to at least get this down. In the meantime, here is me and my beautiful girls playing in the kiddie pool on my parents' deck last month:
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Eight months
My eight-month-old girl taking a nap. (Except that she's a really light sleeper and I woke her up with the camera shutter...whoops.) I love seeing her cuddling this little bear. I also love this blanket that she's wrapped up in. It's really more of a sheet. She likes to be swaddled, but it's too hot in the summer for that, so my mother-in-law, Darcy, made some "swaddling sheets" for me. Perfect!
Friday, May 4, 2012
Julie turns four
How old are you?
Four
What makes you happy?
Smiles
What is your favorite animal?
Dinosaur
What is your favorite thing to eat?
Snacks
What is your least favorite thing to eat?
Dirt (I don't think she's ever eaten dirt.)
What is your favorite thing to do?
Spit into the dirt (I'm not sure I've ever seen her do this.)
What is your favorite TV show?
Caillou (It happens to be what she's watching as we do this little interview, and current viewing is a greater influence in this answer than actual enjoyment.)
What are you really good at?
Candyland
What is your favorite movie?
Here Comes Peter Cottontail ("bunnies")
What is your favorite color?
Purple (good girl)
What is your favorite song?
Old MacDonald Had a Farm ("E-I-O") (I've never heard her sing this song.)
Who is your best friend?
Daddy
What do you and your mom do together?
Make breakfast
What do you and your dad do together?
Watch Doctor Who
What is your favorite sport?
Swimming
Where is your favorite place to go?
School
What is your favorite book?
Library books
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Mom and Daddy and Sister
Birthday dinner
Spaghetti pie, green beans, and garlic bread
Birthday dessert
Mini Funfetti cupcakes with pink frosting and sprinkles (I baked a whole cake mix box of cupcakes, and had 5 1/2 dozen minis!)
Four
What makes you happy?
Smiles
What is your favorite animal?
Dinosaur
What is your favorite thing to eat?
Snacks
What is your least favorite thing to eat?
Dirt (I don't think she's ever eaten dirt.)
What is your favorite thing to do?
Spit into the dirt (I'm not sure I've ever seen her do this.)
What is your favorite TV show?
Caillou (It happens to be what she's watching as we do this little interview, and current viewing is a greater influence in this answer than actual enjoyment.)
What are you really good at?
Candyland
What is your favorite movie?
Here Comes Peter Cottontail ("bunnies")
What is your favorite color?
Purple (good girl)
What is your favorite song?
Old MacDonald Had a Farm ("E-I-O") (I've never heard her sing this song.)
Who is your best friend?
Daddy
What do you and your mom do together?
Make breakfast
What do you and your dad do together?
Watch Doctor Who
What is your favorite sport?
Swimming
Where is your favorite place to go?
School
What is your favorite book?
Library books
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Mom and Daddy and Sister
Birthday dinner
Spaghetti pie, green beans, and garlic bread
Birthday dessert
Mini Funfetti cupcakes with pink frosting and sprinkles (I baked a whole cake mix box of cupcakes, and had 5 1/2 dozen minis!)
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