Our Thankful Tree (on top of awesome paneling... don't be jealous)
This year, we celebrated Thanksgiving on Saturday due to Jay's work schedule. Saturday also happened to be Calvin's 1st birthday. A two-fer! It was also the very first time in our 8 1/2 years of marriage that we tackled Thanksgiving all on our own. I think we did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.
Poor guy. It's hard to be two.
Here the girls prove that you are never too old to play with talking magnets:
I didn't want to bake a cake in addition to the three pies I made, so Cal had the unique privilege of being our only child to ever receive a birthday pie! (I have a feeling I will only be able to get away with this for another two years, max.)
The whipped cream was a hit ... the pumpkin pie, not so much. At least in Cal's opinion.
Overall, it was a successful and happy day. I felt so blessed to be with my family to celebrate all the many things we are grateful for, including the birth of our little (?) guy! Happy Birthday, Cal Browns. We love you to pieces!
No fancy table arrangements, but some really, REALLY good food, mostly courtesy of Jay and some new recipes he got from a former chef that he works with. But, I was in charge of the homemade rolls and pie ... and let's face it, what is more important than pie on Thanksgiving? (Don't say "turkey," because everyone knows that pie trumps turkey any day of the week.)
What's Thanksgiving without a little olive theft?
Cal's birthday party was possibly the most low-key birthday celebration we've ever had, and that's saying something. Just the six of us and a few presents ... perfect! Anything else would have sent Dexter into a complete tailspin. He already had a hard enough time watching Cal open gifts. He kept screaming, "No! MY birthday!" and grabbing the gifts. This is what he looked like 80% of the time:
Poor guy. It's hard to be two.Calvin didn't seem too disturbed by Dex, though. He just straight-armed him when necessary, screamed when he needed to, and played the rest of the time.
Here the girls prove that you are never too old to play with talking magnets:
I didn't want to bake a cake in addition to the three pies I made, so Cal had the unique privilege of being our only child to ever receive a birthday pie! (I have a feeling I will only be able to get away with this for another two years, max.)
The whipped cream was a hit ... the pumpkin pie, not so much. At least in Cal's opinion.
Overall, it was a successful and happy day. I felt so blessed to be with my family to celebrate all the many things we are grateful for, including the birth of our little (?) guy! Happy Birthday, Cal Browns. We love you to pieces!
8 comments:
Time goes by so fast! Happy Birthday to Cal!
what's thanksgiving without a little "i can't believe it's not butter" spray?
and that picture of cal with the pumpkin pie is the awesomest thing ever. his face is saying, "hey, this doesn't look like what everyone else gets on their birthday! what's going on here? what are they trying to pull over on me? i may be one but i'm not stupid. . . mom. sheesh."
i love it!
My big kids would love a pumpkin pie for their bday.(except their mother is a LAME pie baker) They rarely want cake. It is usually cheesecake they request or brownies and ice cream. Alex got two fruit pies on his 14th bday only because my "holly homemaker" friend felt sorry for him when he was turned down by me. I am scared of pie crusts and bread/yeast. (:
Robin, you are right about Cal's look.....
I am sorry I missed it all.
Mom
You see, Robin, we wanted to feel better about all the calories we were consuming, hence the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" spray. You know, like ordered a Big Mac and a Diet Coke. :)
Now will you please pass the pumpkin pie ...
Happy Birthday Cal! And way to go Amy and Jay on doing the whole dinner! Did you have leftovers for days??
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You made a match
Hear a _______ sound!"
I'm so jealous that your half-animal farm magnets are still on the fridge. Ours (along with the 26 letter magnets) are perpetually scattered on the kitchen floor.
LOL, Jeremy! I am beginning to loathe that song!
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