The food, now, that is a language I can speak. In our family, the birthday is a big day and you get to pick the meals. Boston, no dummy, wanted crepes for breakfast (Crepes rhymes with steps in our family, Mark being a Frenchie and all. His crepe pans are his babies.) I love this option because I make the batter the night before and then Mark does all the cooking. Although I have learned to flip them myself by now. Best served with a thick slathering of Nutella and whipped cream.
For dinner he wanted spaghetti. He's a pasta man, through and through. Easy, peasy, and even the baby likes it.
The thing he'd been talking about for months, though, is that he wanted to do the chocolate fountain. It was
a big hit. I laid out trays of strawberries, marshmallows, pretzels, and Boston's special request, cubed Angel food cake. Oh, and previous to the laying out of the goodies and the flowing of the chocolate, we were really fancy and put old newspapers down on our outside junker table. Mark started up the fountain and all the grownups (Mark's folks came for dinner) just kind of backed off with a wave and a Bon appetit. We went inside and left the wolves to the prey while we watched through the window. Ten pairs of eyes just kind of lit up with disbelief. My favorite part was coming back out about ten minutes later and snapping pictures of the happy chocolate faces. (I also put out a pack of baby wipes and pointed out the garbage can.) That night I really was so happy and grateful to have two rowdy sons at this joyful, messy, sweat and mud and laughter stage. So beautiful and innocent and fun. I just wanted to eat them all up. They'll be teenagers soon enough.
Ogden Temple open house. It was a somewhat rare opportunity to tour the temple with our children because after dedication kids aren't allowed until they turn 12, and even then they don't have access to the full building because it is a sacred space. Both the boys had stayed up too late the night before, talking and laughing after lights out, and both woke up cranky. They were pretty ornery the entire time, did not want to go at all, complaining, dragging their bootied feet noisily, etc., and although Luke was plenty happy to be there, he was very very loud about it. Lots of WOOOWWW! at every chandelier and painting. (It was supposed to be a no-talking until afterwards tour.) I think I was sweating with the strain of it all by the time we came out and had a serious debate with myself whether or not I should "let 'em have it" as soon as we got in the car or if I should just let it go so as not to sully their memory of the day. I decided to let it go. (Leslie and Macy thought it was lovely.) It just goes to show that no one should give our family any kind of halo. We definitely have our bad days. I just hope that at least as they look back on it, they will remember that it was important to their mom and dad that they visited the temple, and that maybe they might want to come back someday! A for effort, right?
Actually, there was a bright spot. We must be doing something right in the way we've been trying to teach our kids about family history. They were all excited to be in Ogden, where my Grandpa Happy Jack Drake Haynes was born, and where "Grandpa Drake the Sheriff" did his tough guy stuff back in the early 1900s. (Cooper's middle name is Drake.) It would have been a better tour going through with you, Grandpa. Wish you could have made it.
Sometimes us parents are the rowdy ones (albeit rarely). We had a fun date with our dear friends the Denisons, having dinner and then hiking (scrambling) the Red Rock on South Mountain. I was not at my best when the vertigo kicked in, I'm such a wuss about heights, but Jay and Elsje were total mountain goats. Thanks to Mark for getting me down safely. I felt like a teenager, albeit the responsible one who keeps insisting that this isn't really actually a trail that we are on.
|The scary part was all the slippery shale--no footing. I think the backs of my legs started trembling and my hands sweating about this point.|
|The view, though, was spectacular. And I could turn my back on it as long as I was sitting down somewhere secure.|
|It is the Draper Temple in the background here. We could have seen four temples from where we were except for the glare.|
|Elsje wanted to peek down at the rock climbers. I refused to do so.|
|This was so I could impress our boys with what we had done.|
|Don't think I've posted a messy face lately. Boston ran out of time to finish his blueberry smoothie before the bus came, so...|