These are my rolls. I made them 22days, 5 hours, and 32 minutes ago.
They are hard and would hurt someone if used as a weapon. I mean, they look perfect. Like I just baked them. And I swear I didn't put any weird preservative in them. So everyone reaches to grab one, with a hopeful and thankful look in their eyes, until they realize they are really. hard.
But I can't throw them away, so here they sit. Every so often I ask one of the girls, or Brian, if they want one. And then I laugh. I'm one of those people that are far more amused with myself, than others are with me.
I can't bring myself to throw them away. Not because I take myself and my rolls seriously. (I am an award-winning baker, now, after all), but because I wouldn't get to ask someone if they want one of my hard-as-rock rolls again. Or laugh after I ask them that.
And because if I threw the rolls away, it would be nerdy to keep the tray with the second place ribbon on it without the rolls.
My girls think I'm strange.
The funniest part of these rolls, though, is that the girls really wanted me to enter some things into the fair. So, I entered the only thing I can bake really well. These rolls.
For me, truly, the most rewarding part of the fair exhibits, is watching my girls pull in the blue-ribbons. I love it. This year, I even had to hold back the tears when Holland realized she won the youth award for creativity, along with a huge blue ribbon and a gift card to an art store. The excited grins on their faces are so much fun.
So when we went to the box office to allow the girls to gather their prize money, I stayed with the stroller while Brian took the girls up to get their money. My photographs hadn't won anything, and I know Brian loves to be a part of the fair projects with the girls, too. I was slightly annoyed when he told me I had to sign the paper. Really? You're a parent, too. Why do they need me? So, I signed. Then, the lady gave me three bucks. "What's this for?" I asked. You won second place. "On WHAT?" Then it dawned on me.....my ROLLS! I laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my face. I totally forgot that I even entered them. I didn't even try to find them in the midst of all the other baked goods in the Expo Hall.
Happy birthday to the girl who asked to have the word "Revenge" written on the front of her Sunday School card...
to the girl who calls me her "cute little mama" and who even wished for me whilst blowing out birthday candles. (sigh)...
Happy 1461 days of life...
to the girl who thinks stinky bathrooms are an aberration. Bathroom sprays are even worse, as they tell her someone had a reason to use such masks of odor.
To the girl who smiles with not just her mouth, but her eyes and her forehead and her whole being.
The girl who asks for food every other minute, and who packs her own lunch to have with her wherever she goes. And who has a long list of items that mama needs to do now to keep the whole family organized. The Lord knew I needed a micro-manager, but oh....those moments can be intense.
She holds her pencil correctly, naturally. And she orders her own food at the restaurant and she checks to make sure the waitress does her job correctly, and will stay far, far away from Chechup (ketchup) and all other foods that give her itchies. A girls who follows the rules, that is sure.
And you can hear her wherever she goes, rubber galoshes smacking against pavement.
Happy 48 months...
to the girl who gave this mom words..... for it was while she was still in my womb that words unleashed and have been dancing around ever since. Fitting, I think, as she has a whole long list of big words she loves to throw around: courage, avenge, actually, famous, spooky and... more.
Happy birthday to the four-year-old who adds excitement, warmth, and intensity to our fam. You are a star, Reese! And we love you more than you love food. And that's a LOT.
Decorating the cake at home:
A birthday dinner at home, followed by presents:
Party time at the park!
I thought it would be sweet to pick one of Reese's drawings to put out in a frame for the party. I grabbed one I had saved. She had drawn it about 6 months ago. I thought it was cute. It looked pretty much the same as her other pictures. I put it on the table.
"MOM! Whyyyyy did you bring my picture of daddy to the park?"
Brian passes out eggs for the egg race:
What I wouldn't have given to have been a fly on the shoulder of one of these two characters:
And a night cap of gifts. :o)
What a wonderful day for an amazing little girl. We love you, Georgia Reese!
"That girl dances to the beat of a different drummer". He said it nonchalantly as we walked along the street, watching our three daughters skip ahead of us.
"What makes you say that", I ask him, "the rubber goulashes in 90 degree heat, or the fact that she came home from Sunday School today with the word "Revenge" written on the front of the card she made?"