Saturday, September 25, 2010
Becky here. Grandpa Al took 46 pictures at Blake's birthday so I needed to edit quite heavily. Uncle Adam, Aunt Kim, Landon, Dave, Hunter & Amy, Becky & Al were there with two of Blake's friends, Ethan and (little) Adam. Just posting pictures of the kids. It was a Scooby kind of decor with Scooby snacks at the end.
Hunter, (little) Adam, Blake, and Ethan...all very nice kids. They had a fabulous time playing Wii in the basement while the rest of us chatted upstairs in comfortable leather chairs.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
We tried to do a lot of things all at once on Dave's birthday...mainly a 5K race run by Adam and Blake.
Our post-race party (picnic) table and food were supplied by Living History Farm's race organizers.
At six p.m. on the hottest day of the summer, some of us were stationed at the finish line
while others of us hoped to catch a glimpse of our runners
as they pass us on the road.
Hunter and I model for shadow photos while we wait for our guys.
It was Hunter's plan to spot Blake when he came by
to support his effort by running alongside for a short distance.
Six seconds or so later, along comes Adam.
At this station, it's just a half mile to the finish line...
I can't get there with my camera in time to catch our guys coming through!
So this photo at the finish line will have to do.
it's the HOTTEST DAY of the summer, a hurtin' kinda day to run!
Race officials blunt the pain with gifts of water and a handshake.
The intercom calls out the names of runners as they arrive,
and, for a couple, they announce ages.
"And here comes Blake Underwood--he's only eight years old!"
The guys collapse around our picnic/birthday party table for a sweat-off, a drink, and a little potassium.
Drinks were served and sandwiches, fruit, and cookies offered at the main table.
By the time the band strikes up,
this one has his hands over his ears.
A little cooldown and Adam and Blake chat while they stretch their legs.
Another successful run.
Thanks Living History
Happy Birthday, dear Dave!
We love you.
(Dave's birthday got short shrift at the Farm but we made up for it in other ways.)
Sunday, September 12, 2010
A long story...
For Christmas last year, Hunter presented me with a couple of specially selected gifts--skull-shaped soaps and a mold for making my own chocolate skulls. At school he'd learned about the Day of the Dead and,
at the Art Center in Des Moines, worked in the art studios on Day of the Dead projects.
He learned that skulls and dying aren't all that bad--that some people celebrate the spirits
of those who've passed before us.
In the Art Museum Store, he selected my Christmas presents.
I've been using the skull soaps all year...wrapping my fingers
around the smooth shapes of the skulls while I wash :)
The mold package, with its hot pink paper back, has been lying in wait since last Christmas.
I brought it home from Florida and, at last, we put it to use!!!
We melted Toll House Nestle Semi-Sweet Morsels in my tiny crockpot and spooned the smooth liquid-y chocolate into the mold. Popped them into the freezer and then, this morning, popped them out of the mold.
Waiting to taste...
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
By last Sunday when we gathered at Westlakes, Hunter was 10 years old. Blake came a bit earlier to do the decorating by setting up the pizza-party coffee table, blowing up balloons and hanging fripperies everywhere.
Hunter's looking a lot like his Dad in this picture...
couldn't help but notice the well-defined cut of the chin and jaw.
After presents came ice cream cake--a regular cake cake is no longer an option.
Happy Birthday, dear Hunter!
You're such a beautiful boy!