Katharine Elizabeth Photography {the blog}

A couple of weeks ago, I took some empty Spaghettios and Dora Noodle Soup cans, filled them with potting soil, and planted herb seeds in them.

My husband kindly poked a hole in the bottom of each can, I watered them, set them all on an IKEA candle tray, and put them in the window.

And hey look!… they’ve started to grow.

That dill looks like it’s on a mission.  The thyme and cilantro are just starting to make an appearance.  The chives are a no-show so far.

And I have a feeling that once the cat notices what’s happening on the window sill, I am going to regret this particular herb choice:

Youzers, May is a busy month at our house.

But in the good way.

My older kiddo (also known as the Toothless Wonder)…

… he turned seven (and that is lemonade he’s drinking, calm down).

Did you hear me?  I said he turned SEVEN.

That is halfway to 14, people.

Where are my smelling salts?… someone go get my smelling salts.

We had a great weekend celebrating his seven-ness and I am looking forward to a new year of hanging out with this funny, smart, sweet little kid.  Er, big kid, I guess I should say.

He’s a keeper, I’ll tell you that.

(love that my husband is rockin’ the Def Leppard t-shirt in the background of that pic)

So now, speaking of my husband, he ALSO had a birthday this month.  And he turned thirty-something-something-cough-ahem-you’re-trailing-off…

He loves chocolate cake, so to help celebrate, I ordered him a Chocolate Bavarian Cream cake from Wuollet Bakery.

Which I then had to hide in the fridge for a day.  Not an easy task.

“Didn’t you hide a cake in the fridge a couple of years ago?” you may ask.

Well, yes.

Yes I did.

We like cake over here, what can I say.

And sometimes I run out of original ideas.

That’s the other thing.

Anyway, my husband’s birthday was very fun and the cake turned out to be delicious.

And I can’t complain that one of the side benefits of the Fridge Surprise Cake Hiding Activity is that I always end up getting to partake in the tastiness.

That may or may not be a premeditated thing.

My daughter asked for cereal for breakfast.

“Lucky Charms.  With no milk, just a spoon,” she specified.

A little later, after she called out, “I’m done with breakfast, Mama!”, I walked by the kitchen table and noticed her bowl:

She ate every single marshmallow bit and left every single oat piece behind.

Remind me to give that girl a Flintstone vitamin.

Today is my birthday.  I had plans to be out and about, but my 3-year-old sprang a 102 temperature this morning.  So instead I am home, administering Tylenol and warm baths and frequent naps.

It’s okay, though.  This is life as a parent.  I signed on for this.

My husband set out a card and a small gift before he left for work this morning.  The card made me laugh, so I thought I’d share (although it contains an anatomy reference, so shield your eyes if you are easily offended).

The gift is for tonight after dinner.

“I figured it has to be good since it combines two of your favorite things,” he said.

He knows me so well.

To be honest, the wine looks kind of questionable, but he said the folks at the liquor store all insisted that it’s actually very good.

I’ll let you know.

So my quiet birthday plans just got a little quieter.  I just checked on the sick 3-year-old and she is still asleep.  The house is quiet.  I am eating cheese and crackers and editing some photos.  Letting the cat sleep on my feet under the desk.  Not thinking too much about what it means to turn 33.  About the fact that 33 rounds up to 35, while 32 rounded down to 30.

I’m actually just feeling kind of content.  Which makes for a pretty happy birthday.