The only thing, really, when it's so hot is to just get wet. We joined family to take in a little late afternoon tubing at a favorite creek haunt. I hadn't been there for so many years, but nothing had changed - still such very cooold water and still so very fun!
And the day was made even better with a handy-dandy, whatchamacallit sand toy that totally beat the pants off tubing. (Thanks, Allens!)
Picking a special cake out for your birthday is a favorite tradition around here. A barn cake was the request this year, so below is our final creation.
I wasn't sure how this little project would turn out, though. To be honest, I didn't figure Twizzler-covered buildings would continue to stand after the first few minutes, but stand they did until we finally took them down at the end of the celebratory evening.
(I seriously can't take a decent picture of food . . . )
And I couldn't resist showing this picture . . . August has been wanting a sewing machine "all my own" for quite some time. He started saving money to pay for half of it months ago. After putting the parts back to my old sewing machine for the ba-zillionth time, it was time. I have a feeling that we'll be making a lot of sewing memories with this little puppy.
October, 2006
Dear August, you are my watcher and my processor. From the day you were born, you have watched and learned from the world around you. You soak in your environment like a sponge and make transfers and assimilations that absolutely astound me. There is not one detail that you miss or forget. And your personality and vocabulary most certainly reflect this with your incredibly descriptive conversations and the richness and intensity with which you tackle any project or task, mood or emotion. I have had many people tell me that you will do great things one day, August, and I most certainly believe them.
You are my soulful spirit, intuitive and knowing. If I were to bookmark this year in my mind, August, I would forever have memories of you comforting me as I cried and you wheezed for air. I would never forget your strong hugs and intense kisses and moments of pure joy when you made something work or you were simply delighted. And I could not, would not, displace from my mind the pictures of you playing sweetly and kindly with your baby sister, sharing older brother wisdom.
Yes, August, you will do great things. You are the mark I will make on this world. Happy birthday.
Love, Momma
July, 2010
How did this happen?
How did my newborn babe . . .
become this bulldozing little girl?
This little girl that reads books . . .
and entertains herself with whatever she can find to play with . . .
is this my baby? The girl that:
:: says "uh-oh, sgay-os"
:: giggles and laughs with such delight
:: lights up when her Daddy comes in the door
:: crawls like a little bug
:: smells so sweet and soft
:: is such a snuggly sleep-mate
:: wants to do everything her big brother does
:: loves to be outside?
Yep. I do believe that's my girl. My baby girl.
{Happy first birthday, Ruby Eva. We love you.}
