Dear Hazel,
Grandpa
Tim and Trish couldn't make it to your party but they sent you fifty
bucks to spend as you'd like! You were going to die without some pink
boots and a fancy dress from Goodwill, a hoppy frog toy thing from Target, a shiny star shaped bag, kitty cat shaped lip gloss, and several packs of bubble gum and other treats you were pining for. You were one happy girl! You had to model it for me. Happy birthday!
Love, Mama
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Waiting for guests |
Dear Hazelita,
My sweet girl, you turned 4 this September 8th. This birthday marked six months of passionately awaited expectations of a party! On exiting the library flipping your dark braids around you broke away from me to let our favorite librarian know that your birthday was coming up. I nodded from behind and clarified in like 3 months you'd be 4 while you gushed on to described your party as a pony party in an alley with lots of pizza and jars of candy. Checking out from the grocery you let polite checker know too of your alley pony pizza candy party, in two months but so and so are coming, and so and so and.... Finally, each day creeped by with the slowness of a snail until the day was here. Two o'clock seemed so far away. Bahboo and P, Grandma Jean and Aunt Glo, Uncle Dave and Goldie the best dog in the world showed up and the party started. We got the cotton candy machine set up and party decorations, tables and Henry filled the pinata (stashing a half bag of candy in the cabinet.) Soon, the party was full swing with all of your guest wishing you a happy birthday and despite the line stating no need for presents you make an amazingly thoughtful haul of presents and cards. There was beautiful weather and a great swell of energy, and I don't think it was just the cotton candy machine going faster than little hands could wind it up on the naked paper cones.












Great people together to celebrate my best girl created the excitement all on its own.
Next was breaking the pinata. Holy excitement! Kids lined up and everyone got a couple of chances to wack and swing at the pinata, even a couple of adults. It was intense and exciting to watch!
After the pinata we sang happy birthday and cut cake. Yum! Your birthday was a sugar feast.
I'm so glad we had a party at our house this year. I am so grateful the weather was perfect. I'm so grateful for you. Many more happy birthdays my lil peach. Love, Mama
Dear Campers,
FINALLY!
We found the perfect weekend to go camping, which was one of our
biggest summer goals appeared to slip away until the very last minute
when the perfect weather presented itself on Labor Day weekend. We
readied ourselves the night before and were ready to go by noon the next
day. We went to Hardin Ridge and got the last open campsite
available. Lucky us! You both were such a big help getting our gear
out and set up. It took minutes to get the tent up with all of us
helping each other. A couple of times your excitement became
overwhelming and we had to get you guys to calm it down! Daddy and I
put you on a hunt for any living things. Henny found a centipede,
spiders, a butterfly, and I'm not sure all what else. I loved watching
your intense work flow as you lost track of time. I asked later how
long you thought you were doing your search. You said 5 minutes; it was
more like an hour!
After
the tent was secure we had to fill it with cozy sleeping bags, pillows
and our air mattress. Daddy and I sat outside enjoying your giggles and
playing around.
We
turned our efforts to fire building and you both busied yourselves
collecting sticks of all sizes and any other interesting things to
burn. It started in a flash and we were soon ready for hotdogs and
S'Mores.
Daddy
bought two lanterns, one for each of you, which caused great excitement
running around in the woods near our campsite. While we had the plan
to stay up until the wee hours 9 o'clock hit and that was it. A certain
boy started asking about getting in the tent, and was it time for bed
and can't we all go get into the tent. So we did.
The
moment Daddy got on the air mattress Henny was passed out. Hazel on
the other hand kept popping her head up and her eye searing lantern on
until we allowed you up on our air mattress where you swiftly fell
asleep with your elbow in my back.
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After sleeping fairly peacefully we
awoke to a beautiful morning. We got up and got our fire going quickly
thanks to Henry's quick work of gathering sticks. I got the bacon ready
and warmed some milk for some hot chocolate while you two, with Daddy's
help, sucked up most of the whipped cream that was to float on the top
of the hot chocolate. After our eggs and bacon Henny lined up some
graham crackers and chocolate for S'Mores. We doubled the chocolate and
the marshmallows to create the messiest goo we could. Delicious! and
Perfection! Sadly it was time to pack up.





Henry,
we were so impressed with your desire to jump in and take action. What
a team we make! I give you all credit for packing up the tent tighter
and more regimented than I ever had and it easily fit into its bag for
the first time ever. Exhausted, we loaded the car and took the long way
around the damn to come home. Looking into the back seat two lil
camping buddies were sacked out, snoring and drooling, the brand of a
proper sleep over. Stinky filthy babies. I was thinking about how it
was a straight forward camp out...nothing glaringly significant
happened, it will just become a hazy collection of images in a
collective story you tell your children someday of vague camping
memories that become a gauzy view of your family experiences. "When we
went camping we made S'Mores and played with these cool lanterns my dad
bought. It was my job to roll the tent up because I was so good at it.
I remember not wanting to go to bed without Mom and Dad already in the
tent because I was a little scared, though I knew I was safe. My Dad
would give me challenges to keep my busy while my Mom was trying to get
stuff set up. I liked how my Mom would make hot chocolate on the fire,
it always burned the skin off of the roof of my mouth, but it still
tasted good."

Nothing too significant, but extremely important to the patterns of your memories of what it means to be a family and how to have gentle time together. Love, Mama