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How does your garden grow?

We asked Brinn what she wanted to do for her 5th birthday, and she said she wanted to plant a garden. I don’t know if she saw it on television or what, but that’s what she said.

“I want to plant a garden with seeds and flowers and stuff.”

Lowe’s had some veggies on a clearance rack that we’re $1 or $2 each.

She was obsessed with the seeds.


“Awe, dis one is dead!” (pouty face)

We found those cute little flower pots in the garage from a science project Bryce did when he was in middle school.

Yes, I made her do most of the work. A new take on Little House on the Prairie, of sorts.



we made sure to label everything so when the weeds take over, we’ll be able to recognize what should be growing there.

the end product!

 

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Toadstool Birthday for Brinn

of course, what else would she want??

I hate goodie bags. They’re always filled with junk, and then I have to hide it, and I end up throwing most of it away, then I feel guilty. Brinn actually thought to do these.

Do you see her? (and that rouge stream of water….)

Child labor. Maeve and Paloma were in charge of lunch so I could have a glass of wine. Because I’m classy.

hummus and carrots, ants on a log, and turkey with cheese kabobs.

Fun table. Everything was a buck- shovels/gloves at Michaels, Seeds and Bubbles at Target.

My whirlie girl.

 

I used a jumbo cupcake pan to make the mushroom, I just flipped the bottom piece upside down. Copper Gifts has that awesome toadstool cookie cutter

 

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Very Strawberry Third Birthday!

Shaye LOVES loves loves Strawberry Shortcake, but everything I saw with a theme on it was shall I dare say….commercial. Ick. Since her birthday party was done on Mother’s Day, I thought a two’fer (two funs in one) would be a smart idea.

We went to the Springs farm strawberry patch. Now let me add that Shaye loves strawberries, but we think she is allergic. Everytime she eats them, her eczema is ten times worse. So I’m completely brilliant doing this, obviously. (did I mention she LOVES anything strawberry?)

Sweet Treats

vanilla vanilla, of course.

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d of goodies bags, we provided everyone with a basket for strawberry picking.

This ridiculously precious dress is from the MaukyJo Etsy Shop!

http://www.etsy.com/people/MaukyJo

I will also mention that even though Shaye did not eat one strawberry, the fact her legs were touching the plants gave her a BIG FAT RASH. Sadly, it looks like I am right about something (for once).

Happy Third Birthday to my baby girl!

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Happy 9th birthday, Maeve!

Once upon a time….
there was a couple named Bob and Heather. Bob, Heather and Bryce went to Cortland, NY to stay with the inlaws for the weekend which also happened to be Halloween. Bob, Heather and the rest of the “kids” all went to a frat house Halloween party. Heather and her sisterinlaw Debbie dressed as fairies, Bob and his brothers, Scott and Sean, were a vampire, Frankenstein and some other random bloody creature. Bob and Heather got really drunk at the frat party.
2 weeks later Heather was feeling bloated. Bob and Heather were on their way his cousin Danny & Kristen’s wedding, when Heather asked Bob to stop at TOPS. At Tops, she bought a box of tampons, and a clearblue easy.
Sunday morning, Heather awoke with a start. She stared at the ceiling, and realized she didn’t feel any cramps. She didn’t feel crabby. She felt like she….really needed to pee. She grabbed the pregnancy test and shook her head. “There’s no way”. She peed on the stick, and immediately 2 bright, blue lines popped up. Forget 3 minutes, that test only needed 3 seconds.
Positive.
Heather took the test to Bob, who promptly asked, “who’s is it?”
Nice.
Needless to say, they decided to tell the rest of the family on Thanksgiving. Everyone was very excited for them, and Bryce thought it would be cool for his mom to have a baby. Of course, cool as in, “I hope it’s a boy.” Heather was trying not to get her hopes up, but she was really really really praying for a girl. Heather was sick of baseballs, dinosaurs, and trucks. Heather told Bob that if the baby was a girl, she wanted to name her Maeve. Bob did NOT like that name. He would nod and smile, but figured they had about 30 more weeks to find something else. They ended up making a deal, if the baby was a boy, Bob could name him. But if the baby was a girl- it would be Maeve.
On February 15th, 1999 Bob and Heather found out they were going to have Little Miss Maeve. They decided to let Bryce pick her middle name. Of course, giving that responsibility to a 4 year old would lead to only 1 thing.
He chose “Clarice”. It’s Rudolph the Red nose Reindeer’s girlfriend. He couldn’t say it properly, so he called Heather’s belly “ka-weese” so the name was done.
Maeve Careese.
Heather and Bob were both finishing their senior year of college. By July 4th, Heather was a huge, sweaty monster. She impatiently waited for her due date, 7.8.99. Heather tried the red raspberry leaf tea, cohoshes, primrose…if there was an herb or natural remedy to evict this kid- she wanted it. Finally, Heather went to her 40 wk check up. She had been walking around for a month at 3.5 cm dilated, and 100% effaced. For the love of God, this baby had to come out sometime.
Her obgyn decided to strip her membranes, and assured her the baby would come that week.
Heather sat up, went pee, and was in labor an hour later.
For the next 22 hours of her life, it felt like pure hell. Labor started around 5pm. Bob took Heather to L&D around 11pm. Her obgyn was unable to be reached, but there was a really horrible, nasty midwife from the office on call. She informed Heather that since she was not progressing past 3.5, she would be going home. Heather told her to f* herself. And told her again, and again, and all of the way out of the hospital at 3am. Heather and Bob went home, and Heather cried in pain until 8am when her obgyn office opened.
Heather was readmitted to the hospital around noon still at 3.5, and finally got what she had been waiting for. An epidural.
Not 30 minutes went by, and the dr assured Bob it would be a while, and to get something to eat. Bob decided to grab a burger from the cafeteria and left the room. No sooner was he out of sight, and Heather was sure her epidural wasn’t working. She asked the nurse to take a look and see why there was so much pain and pressure.
The baby was coming out. “Please don’t push”. They had to page Bob in the hospital back to the room, and needed to find the doctor. Bob made it back just in time, with a mouthful of burger and Miss Maeve came screaming into the world right on her due date.

7.8.99* 4:37pm *7lbs, 14oz* 20.5 inches


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Maeve’s 9th bday party

I took Maeve and her 2 girlfriends to Olive Garden (her pick), and bowling.

I had fun bowling with the girls, until the douchebag manager told me I was not allowed to bowl with Shaye in my sling. What a crabby ass party pooper!

Maeve spent the 1st game crying, because she was in last place. (typical)

But the 2nd game she won! Thank God!!

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