Three

The train tunnel was a birthday hit, as were all train related books and articles of clothing.
So was the Leapfrog Word Builder. I have never seen another three-year-old so fascinated by the alphabet. I mean, look at his face here. You'd think there was a Porsche inside that box.
I have a love/hate relationship with my children's birthday cakes. I love to decorate them . . . I hate my complete lack of self-control around homemade buttercream icing.

I really love how excited they get about a cake that they personally requested. I did this cake for Seth when he turned three also. Thomas the Tank Engine is a timeless classic around here.
Happy birthday to our baby . . . who is no longer a baby (sob)!

Date Night

Last night we went here:
To hear him:
With these guys.

It was awesome.

For a taste of what we enjoyed,



Now I'm counting the days until our next date night:


Life is good.

Things That Make Me Happy

Remember that old REM song, Shiny Happy People? Remember the part at the end when it goes doot, doot, doo-doo, doot? I really like that part.

The whole house is clean, all at once.

Today we made it to church on time.

I have been watching episodes of Psych and Pushing Dasies online since there is absolutely nothing else to watch on TV, and because I am alone since my honey worked 110 hours this week. They are funny. I've reserved all the seasons on DVD from the library.

Hummingbirds are attracted to the fuchsia that I planted in the window boxes on my deck. Hummingbirds are cool.

I wore red patent leather heels today. They aren't new, I just like to wear them.

My baby learned how to say truck. Only it doesn't sound like truck. It sounds like a naughty word that rhymes with truck.

My daughter has all the words to Yellow Submarine memorized.

My son won the 800 at the local community track meet for kids, though his favorite event was the javelin. Not surprising, since he typically isn't allowed to throw sharp pointy objects at home.

Yesterday I bought some school supplies at Target. I also bought Crayola smelly markers, and now my whole desk smells like fake strawberries.

Wicked is coming to Portland next year.