(I know. I don't believe it either.)
First, my parents and my cousin-from-Germany, Robin, were due to arrive on the 30th.
Since we recently moved, this necessitated a trip to Ikea in order to buy my older daughter Ana (13) a new bed, because she was still sleeping on a mattress on the floor and it was getting a little crowded.
We didn't get it put together before the visitors arrived --because it had at least 8 BAZILLION pieces --but this turned out to be fine because my cousin is the Ikea Whisperer. At some point, my husband came out of Ana's room on Friday night and said, "I can't even hand him the parts fast enough."
Then my nephew, who lives in NYC, came out for the weekend. We were running a little short of beds so Jane graciously gave up hers.
We put a mattress for her on the floor of our room, which was a nice reminder of why you would never want to actually share a BED with Jane. All night long, we could hear her levitating slightly above her mattress, thrashing about, back and forth. Some people think she inherited this trait from ME, but, believe me, she has taken it to entirely new heights.
Meanwhile, everyone has departed the B&B and the mattress remains on my bedroom floor. Scout has adopted it as his own.) (Parenthetical picture--boo YAH!)
Which meant that we could get down to the really IMPORTANT stuff. My nephew taught my mom to play Words With Friends, and after that, every picture I took of my mom looked like this:
I'm kidding, of course. I did get some good photos, despite the fact that my camera was acting up.
(I'm sure that had NOTHING to do with the fact that my cousin brought his superior camera equipment, including a Nikon D90 with an incredible lens. I think I just heard Santa faint.)
There was time on the beach:
|Cousin, mother. nephew, husband, daughter|
|Jane and my parents picking apples...out of a big box. Not really the experience we were hoping for...|
(She found her way out, for those of you getting worried.)
Then, it was Jane's birthday.
Somehow, Jane's birthday has evolved into this week long festival (she asks for special treats because, "it's my birth week.") culminating in her actual birthday celebration which includes:
(These kind of turned out looking like feet. I am no Kelly Cheatle.)
Chocolate chip pancakes.Cake.
(As an aside, I was worried that I would forget an ingredient when I was doing my grocery shopping. Luckily, at MY store, there is THIS aisle:
|Whew! THAT'S a relief.|
A full-on Present Hunt, sort of like an Easter Egg hunt, only with fewer eggs.
A steak dinner
And then the Opening of the Presents:
|New golf club from Dad, her golfing buddy|
and some time before bed spent reading violent and inappropriate comic books while lying on the hot tub surrounded by her bounty.
Happy birthday, little Hurricane. Just thinking about you makes me smile.