Birthdays always start out with a well-chosen sugar cereal (the only time the children get them.).
Moses needed a birthday cereal too, but being a novice in the art of the sugar cereal, he was no real help. Instead, I decided to go with the box that most resembled him:
For supper, Corynn and Judah agreed upon spaghetti and meatballs for a birthday meal so I made a vat of it. And lots of bread. Because you MUST have bread at a feast.
Corynn turned 17 and I realized with dread that birthday celebrations at home are not going to last forever. Seventeen seems so....old! She is a treasure to me and a FRIEND. And I want to encourage all you with younger children that the teenage years don't have to be what everyone makes them out to be. They can be downright wonderful. I know.
Her dream this year was to get her permit before her birthday and, she joked... to get a GREEN JEEP to go with it. The permit didn't happen, partly due to Covid and mostly do to ME, but she was gracious and kind about it. I made it up to her with the green Jeep though.
Here it is, off-roading it on her birthday apple crisp.
I have a love/hate relationship with technology and media myself, so I have always been overprotective of the children getting their own forms of techy media- and introducing all the problems that go with it.
Consequentially, I have been a BAD MOTHER and always said 'NO NO NO!' to requests of kindles, etc.
And then Covid hit, bookstores and (worse!) libraries closed and there was no way to get new books to read. TRAVESTY of TRAVESTIES! Corynn, in particular, was hit hard by this loss. It made me rethink my position on Kindles.
And she wound up getting a used one for her birthday.
I made a case for her to store it in out of an old book. Does covering technology with an old book turn it back into a book?
Judah turned double digits- 10 years old. Everything that happens to him, happens BIG. Everything that matters to him, matters BIG. He is passionate.
Right now, He is passionate about the military. He knows the dates of wars better than I do and knows all sorts of machinery and weaponry. He also is infatuated with tractors. I wasn't one bit surprised that this year, he asked for either a military cake or a tractor cake.
Papa got him a military helmet and I made him a tractor cake. Spoiled, spoiled boy.
The kitchen was glowing like it was ablaze as everyone tried to light the candles before they all melted...
...but the greater challenge turned out to be keeping them lit while on parade.