Who needs just one birthday party when you can have LOTS?!?
This post is in honor of the Little Mister turning THREE and the Little Miss turning FIVE…and all of the fun we had celebrating with family!
HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY, LIL MISTER!
HAPPY 5th BIRTHDAY, LIL MISS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY indeed!
And the Lil Sir says…
“All these birthday parties are Mmmmm Mmmmm Good!”
In early June our ragtag crew enjoyed a week at our happy place – Emerald Isle beach.
BLISS.
Well, except for all of the child-related WORK we still had to do…the word “vacation” certainly takes on a whole new meaning when children are involved. But in all honesty it wasn’t so bad. The Littles were crazy thrilled to be at the beach AND we were joined by Nena and Pops who always give us lots and lots of help.
WIN!
We had such a nice week, full of beachin’, birthdays, and so much sugar- and sun-induced silliness. Just the way a summer vacation ought to be.
I’ll let the photos speak for themselves…
And note (as I do every year) that I want (need!) a beach house…STAT.
I’d also like to note that we did not, in fact, get attacked by any sharks.
WIN AGAIN!
The beach trip also marked the Big Man’s 34th birthday, thus ending the 1 month + 5 day span I have to endure each year, when he reminds me (often) that he is a whole 2 years younger than me. To which I remind him that women live longer than men, so I was just hedging my bets.
Happy birthday, Mr. Sassy Pants.
(Love ya!)
It was a great week that kicked off the summer and left us with three very happy (and very tired!) children.
WIN, WIN, WIN.
(The Lil Sir’s “cheese!” face)
We can’t wait to go back.
It’s the middle of summer and I’m reminiscing – nay dreaming! – about our glorious school days. Oh preschool, how I love thee.
Anyhoo, I’ve been meaning to post some final photos from this past school year. Photos that I like to affectionately call:
Yep, These Are Definitely The Children Of Julie
We’ll start with the Little Miss and the Little Mister in their class photos, and their mastery of what my sister Ashley has nicknamed “The Julie Bum Face” (definition: to appear in a photo utterly dazed, dismayed, or befuddled…particularly when compared with others in said photo who are obnoxiously bright-eyed and bushy-tailed).
(Photo credit: Alaina Barth)
And then we’ll move along to the photos of their class trip to the strawberry farm.
We started the day commemorating our inner goofy-ness (oh yes, I’m sure that’s a word)…
And then took on the strawberry patch with as much verve and gusto as we could muster…
Well, most of us did.
Our enthusiasm lasted a whole walloping 5 minutes, until we were all super red-faced and sweaty…and so opted to abandon our energetic quest for some shade and sustenance (SNACK TIME!!!).
Oh, and some fun bonding time with friends (in the SHADE!!!). We can never get enough friend time.
Yep, those are my babies. My progeny. My Lil Chips off the Ole Block…
Dazed and confused, full of heart and enthusiasm, and definitely not made to be farmers.
