Ok so those two things in that title don’t really have anything to do with each other (except that my dad was pretty responsible for my actual birthday I guess), but I figured I’d put them both in one post because it’s kind of fun when dads being in town and birthdays happen to coincide.
I turned one year older last week.
Here is my family deliberating very, very seriously (almost prayerfully perhaps if you look at Dave…), on how to make it the best one yet:
Ok, I kid, I think they were more thinking “Man, I sure hope she gets this picture thing over with quick as a wink.”
They had sugar cereal to celebrate while I ate my delicious omelet Dave made me (he makes me omelets every Mother’s Day and birthday…they are my fav.)
That blue thing in the background was my present, and we have already put it to good use:
We celebrated with some interesting concoctions of cakes. You see, Claire and Grace and I are the only ones who took the “no sugar for a month of detox after Christmas” challenge, but we made an agreement from the beginning that we would still have sugar on birthdays. So they were pleased as punch to have cake. But I’m not eating gluten, so Elle made me my own special gluten free cake while Dave took me out to dinner:
That gluten-free cake promptly fell apart the second she took it out of the oven. Then She made gluten-free cookies which were actually divine. Is that a sweet girl or what?
Anyway, amidst all the gluten-free scrambling someone (maybe Elle too?) made a normal cake for me to blow out candles from (and that the rest of the family would eat).
We frosted it and put candles in it while it was still hot so this is what happened to them:
This is our attempt to get everyone in a picture:(I’m sure glad we got Max’s adam’s apple and chin in there…)
Some sweet friends took me to lunch which I didn’t get a picture of, darn it, and my in-laws were kind enough to take me to lunch another day so it was a day well celebrated.
We had so much fun with my Dad in town.
His goal while he was here was to take each of the “accountables” out on a special date one-on-one. He calls the grand kids accountables when they are older than eight and are big enough to be in charge of a lot of important decisions in life. Oh man, I love my dad.
He has a special book that he will track all the dates they go on in their life time. Here is he and Claire’s first entry:
We didn’t get the book in this one but here these two are after their lunch date where he gave her some good pep talks about tennis tryouts this week and life in general.
…and I cannot believe I didn’t get one of he and Max, but I will tell you, if I had one, Max would be taller than he is, and would be smiling his big Max smile.
We met the girls for lunch at the elementary school one day.
Do these kids know how lucky they are to have this guy as their grandfather?
Someone who listens intently to everything they have to say and looks them in the eye and not only praises all the good they do, but notices it all. Every bit of it.
They probably won’t comprehend it fully for years to come, but they sure do enjoy it, I tell you!
Yeah, it was a pretty good birthday gift to have that guy around.