Teenager

Last week Ivy sat at the dinner table with an attitude of, shall we say… discontent. John ever the problem solver asked, “Ivy, what brings you joy? What do you like?”

Ivy replied…

(Now mind you, Ivy has recently discover that she can read my blog. This is a new fact of life that I have seriously mixed feelings about but I can assure you, knowing that my lovely eldest daughter will read this sooner rather than later, I speak the truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.)

… “eating…. And sleeping.”

John and I burst into laughter at this totally stereotypical teenage reply, which was of course totally unwarranted because she was only twelve at the time.

But today she is thirteen.

We now have a teenager in our midst. She likes eating, sleeping and even, when to pressed to answer by the laughter of her parents, reading and drawing.

She’s pretty alright, we think we’ll keep her.

Happy Birthday Ivy!

 

 

Happy Birthday Drama Queen!

I admit, we call her a drama queen… 

… and we don’t always say it like it’s a good thing.

But if there is one thing that brings the whole room joy…

…(well except maybe her cousin on the left there)…

… it’s a drama queen opening her gifts.

Happy seventh birthday to our favorite drama queen!

 

Pigeon Party

Lets see…

…placating smile, too long bangs, events from the swim meet on her arm, dressed inappropriate to the weather and she’s got a pigeon on the table…Clara and pigeon cake

..Yup! That’s our Clara!

Happy birthday to our favorite pigeon lover!