I always struggle with this so much. I want to share my life with you but for me, a vast chunk of my life involves my children. Unfortunately, I don't feel comfortable posting their pictures on the Internet. And so these distant-second-type photos will have to suffice:
We made miniature oven-baked clay sundaes. As you can see, the girls did an amazing job. They were careful and detail-oriented. One would, it probably goes without saying, never attempt this at a boy birthday party. For a whole variety of reasons.
The food. Minus the pizza. Again, you'll want to avoid this kind of thing at a boy party. They'd never notice or care and in a second and a half, the only evidence of all your hard work will be a smattering of crumbs. Oliver has already requested a Dairy Queen ice cream cake and that's A-OK with me. The girls eat all this up, though. Both literally and otherwise.
Lucy requested that each of her little friends bring along their favorite doll so as to provide her doll - Sophie - with the companionship she so richly deserves. High times were had in abundance. In both the human and non-human realms. (Don't do as JoyBoy did over and over again to his delight and suggest to the little ladies that their dolls are made of PLASTIC, of all things. He was indignantly informed that these little dolls are REAL. I can vouch for the fact that some of them have more elaborate wardrobes than I do, at any rate.)
Happy Birthday my beautiful brown Girl. You have richened my life immeasurably.
Lucy had her birthday party today. To celebrate her Purpleness, Anabel and I made these. We learned how to from Bakerella, whom I cannot recommend highly enough. Check out her website at bakerella.com; you'll be happy you did.
I don't get to see my sweet girl all that often. When I do, it's cause for non-lady-like yelps of pleasure and general celebration. It's never quiet. After the initial joy-filled greetings, the subsequent visit almost always features (and prominently) a spectacular selection of desserts, presents and kind words. I've mentioned to you how much I like this woman. I love her and I like her - if you catch the distinction.
I love this picture of her. It captures her infectious joy.
JoyBoy and Oliver
While she and her family blessed us with their easy company, we went to Fort Langley and shopped for antiques, went for an absolutely fabulous tapas dinner where we must have sampled close to 15 different dishes (my favorite of which was, I think, the Ahi Tuna), drove into Steveston where we were trapped - parked - on the freeway due to a multi-vehicle accident in the tunnel and finally arrived to hear from local vendors that "they'd never in their lives seen it as busy as it was this day." Though we had to keep close tabs on our respective children, we had a windy, wonderful time. We watched hundreds of people line up for fresh seafood and feasted our eyes on some really unique sights, captured in very small part by the photos you see here today. I wish so much that I felt comfortable posting some pictures of the six kids, as the joy they clearly derived from one another's companionship was both obvious and touching. I love their love for one another. And I love my sister.
Oh that I may remember these days forever.
My Sparkly Dorothy Shoes - Minus the Red
A Scene From our Sweet Nephews' Wedding
Poking at the Incredibly Attractive and Magnetic Fire
The Lovely Mabel Lake Cabin
I Love Chopping Wood. It Makes me Feel Like a SuperHero.
Beachcombing
Anabel's Blossoming Photography Skills
My Vast, Vast Wealth. Just Look at My Riches.
The Salt Spring House. Enormous but Dirty.
My Boys.
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