For All That We Have

Sometimes, it's the little things we forget to be thankful for:

* courtesy of Lil' Bro's friend, Neely

Fisher's Birthday

Fisher turned 6 on November One. We celebrated at Chuck E Cheese with one of his favorite pals from Savannah, Devin. We also got to spend some quality time with MeeMee & PaPa.I made a cake, as usual, but also got one in the party package as some folks - namely Chandler- don't care for chocolate. (Fisher insisted on a chocolate b-day cake--he's worse than me when it comes to chocolate!) Well... skipping ahead one warm drive over into Savannah and a melted birthday cake later and I was glad to have more cake than we knew what to do with. My creation was edible but ugly. Thankfully, I learned a long time ago to take the cake's picture immediately after finishing it, so there is proof of what he was supposed to have for cake :)

((the cake is a very central figure in all birthdays in our home...almost as much a guest at the table as the rest of us living breathing souls... it bears its own unique character, as requested by the birthday child))

Fisher's birthday is always a little topsy turvey due to late night Halloweens and birthday cake baking after the costumes have come off...so don't look for any magnificent photographs this go round:

Ohio Drivers...again.

In what seems to be an unsinkable subject, my children have decided they are the go to experts on drivers from Ohio. At least, to hear them talk, you'd think they know every nuance and mannerism of a Buckeye behind the wheel.

Take yesterday for instance, when I was exiting a parking lot and recieved a cheerful toot from the horn of a fellow driver ( of course I wasn't in the wrong!) Immediately this low growl began to rumble through the back seat "Darned Ohio Drivers!" my children cried... (not realizing that maybe, just maybe they were in the offending car)

And so, I began my intercessory mediation " Just because someone blows their horn does not mean they are from Ohio" and really whatever else I said is not important, because they were ignoring me, continuing their line of conversation instead:

"Did you see her plates?" Chan asked his sister, craning his neck to see out the back window in the event the car came near enough for him to share his displeasure via stuck out tongue or scowled brow. 

Logan said: "No, but she stopped at that stop sign, so she isn't from Ohio"