(Mmmm hmm. I thought so.)
I got to spend Easter with my sweet grands in the biggest little city, and I have been meaning to share a few pictures.
(Indulge me, please.)
It's hard not being able to see these two cutie-pies as often as I see the ones here in town, and this last visit I didn't get as many photos as I would have liked.
Less than a year and a half apart, they are best friends. She's a little Mama,always wanting to help, and he's a wild man, who isn't afraid of anything. I adore them and they are perfect.
(Just like the rest of my grands.)
(But you know that.)
One of my daughters had her gallbladder removed this week, and while it was outpatient surgery, it still has quite a little bit of recovery time.
Especially when you have a one and two year old at home.
And everyone in your house has had the nasty flu and then colds this season, and you're ready to be doing something fun, but instead, you find yourself having your gallbladder taken out.
When it rains it pours sometimes.
I wanted to do something to make things better. To help things run more smoothly. I'm taking the day today to help with the little men. (Really, it's to get my Mom/Gramma Cupcake fix)
Anyway, you feel helpless when someone you love so much is going through this kind of rough patch, and all I know to do is...cook. (....or bake.)
So....I made my Hunny Bunny and her family a batch of my homemade spaghetti sauce, and added a pack of noodles. I picked up a nice baguette of french bread, and I added one of my sweet little Weck jars filled with shredded Parmesan cheese. I finished off my basket with a potted hydrangea and a couple of new dish towels. (Just because.)
Tonight's supper will be easy, and yummy, 'coz a whole lot of love that went into it.
While helping to get ready for last weekend's birthday party, I went into the bathroom and smiled to myself when I saw this basket sitting on the floor.
Memories and emotions ranging from to frustration-on-the-brink-of-tears to doing a happy-dance-around-the-living-room came flooding back into my mind.
Oh, the dreaded potty-training stage. I remember thinking my first born was never going to be out of diapers. We went seven incredibly long and painful days in a row without ever once making a successful trip to the potty. On the eighth day, the sun aligned with the moon and the stars, and my prayers were answered at last. She made a pee-pee in the toilet and was rewarded with an M & M. I am pretty sure I called every single person in my address book to share the accomplishment.
One of life's rights of passage moments.
I want to know where the time went, that I am now finding my children's children at this stage in life. It's going far, far to fast for me.
Still, seeing those books in the basket there make me smile as it reminds me that a picture truly is worth a thousand words.
And can bring back a million memories.
As expected, we had a fabulous time at number eight's first birthday party. (Don't you love his birthday crown? My daughter found it on etsy!) The little cousins were running through the house, chasing one another with helium balloons, and we watched an incredibly sweet and touching video that my son-in-law created showing his first year in pictures and videos.
I created a chalkboard look poster, and my daughter added some adorable table decorations....
His cutie-patootie shirt was an etsy find as well...
The birthday boy had revolted against taking his afternoon nap, and so he was pretty chill during the party.
As you can see in my first photo in this post, he was far more interested in the paper straw flags and little candies on the cake than eating the cake or frosting.
We had a decent rain shower in the morning, but by the time the party began, we had sunny skies. The cousins were then able to run around in the front yard for a bit before the party ended.
A good time was had by all!
At least about the visit with the big grands.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy came up with a few fun ideas for the boys and one of them was to make s'mores in the fireplace. This proved to be an especially perfect idea because the day we planned to do it, the winds were ridiculously high here and the power went off.
We built our fire and gathered our ingredients. The boys took turns roasting the marshmallows and then I helped them with the assembly.
Mmmmmmm. So yummy.
I gathered candles so we'd be ready for a night without electricity, and just as we finished roasting the last marshmallow...the power came back on.
At first we all squealed that the power had returned, and then Carter shouted, "Turn the lights back off!"
That made Gramma Cupcake smile.
(At least by four and five year old men.)
We decided to bake sugar cookies yesterday, the grand-boys and I, and I had an idea that I knew would be easy and fun for them. We rolled out our sugar cookie dough, and cut it into random length skinny-ish strips, then cut the long strips at various spots to make a lot of rectangles. We then placed them all on the cookie sheet and popped them into the oven.....(Maybe I am the only one impressed with our handy-work, but don't they kind of resemble oven baked fries, even on the cookie sheet?)
When they cooled after baking, I slid them into those polka-dot french fry holders. They mimicked real fries, all right.
The boys were wildly impressed.
A couple of summers ago, I got ridiculously carried away one day while online shopping, and bought cute little cardboard french fry boxes in several colors. When they arrived a week later, I wondered exactly what I was thinking.(setting the table like it's fast food for my gal-pals? Um...not happening at my house.
So, the cute (if you could find a use for them) little fry boxes ended up tucked into a drawer in my craft room, waiting for the moment of inspiration to hit me.
Each time I opened the drawer, I would see a sliver of bright orange, yellow or turquoise polka-dot paper peeking out and I would be reminded that I need to not let clever marketing sway me into tapping that silly "Add to my cart" button. (I do not even remember what the clever marketing was at this point in time, but I know me, and I know that is how this occurred.)
Fast forward a couple of years, give or take. As I shared a few days ago, I have two of the bigger grand-boys staying with me while their parents are on an anniversary trip. We were working on a handmade bookmark for a contest at the library, and I went into one of my drawers to get the paper punches out, and what did I spy with my little eye, but a sliver of turquoise polka-dot paper peek-a-booing out.
The teeny tiny light bulb in my head flickered and I realized the moment had (finally!) arrived to use the little fast food fry boxes. (Four of them, at any rate.)
Yesterday we picked up some potatoes at the grocery and I set about to make a fabulous boy-friendly meal. I whipped the place settings together very spur of the moment, and looking back, now see a multitude of other possibilities that would have been even cuter. (Things like cute name labels on the fry boxes...)
I used my roll of freezer paper with crayon names written on them for placemats, and paper plates. When the little men (and my Rock n' Roll Buddy) came to the table, it was hard to tell who was the most impressed.
I laughed out loud as I listened to them ooh and aah over the french fry containers, and the littlest man, who was even more impressed to see his name on the placemat.
I've spending time at my cottage with a couple of the bigger grandsons this week while their parents are out of town. We started off our Saturday with bunnycakes.
I saw them on Pinterest, and I figured it would be easy.
I was wrong.
It took me several attempts before getting any pancakes to be remotely ear or foot shaped. (The first two griddles full tasted fine, but they were pretty odd looking, so I took the rejects for my plate.)
Little whipped cream tails, and sliced bananas for the pads of their feeties.(Syrup and butter added later, with sausage links and hot cocoa on the side.)
We've got one more first birthday coming up in a couple of weeks for grand-babe number eight. (Oh, how time flies!) I'm helping with some of the details, including little mister's smash cake, which will be topped with a little banner, and a teeny tiny elephant. (I found him for two bucks at Michaels Craft Store. Who knew little plastic animals would be found there? Not me.)
Last night I had some fun getting my petite pachyderm celebration-ready with a party hat made from a small scrap of scrapbook paper and some little stamens from a silk flower, and an eensy-weensy bow on his tail.
I'd love to have a little balloon floating up toward the sky from his trunk, but I haven't found anything that will work quite right just yet....
Even without a balloon, I think he looks like he's ready to party, don't you?
Have you seen the Disney movie, Up?
(A delightful movie, especially if you get to watch it in 3D!)
Grand-babe number seven loves balloons so much that his Mama decided to focus on them by doing an "Up" theme for his first birthday. (She out-did herself...again!) The birthday boy wore his "1" tee shirt with suspenders and a little Carl (from the movie)-like cardigan.
As guests arrived at the party, they followed the arrows and signs to Paradise Falls and when they entered the front door, they were greeted with this...
The buffet table was set up with Dug the Dog,(borrowed from a friend!)
...pictures of Carl and Ellie (free images on the internet in dollar store frames)
...plenty of tennis balls, and the big jar of coins, being saved for that trip to Paradise Falls.
The little guests made their own boyscout sashes with merit badges...
...and probably my most favorite detail of the party was that everyone got their own special Grape Soda-pop Adventurer bottle cap pin just like Ellie gave Carl when they met.
Everyone had so much fun!
If you haven't seen Up, you should. There is a great message in this movie, a lot of giggle-out-loud spots, and sweet moments.
Where did the time go? Can it really be..?
My two first-born grands, just a month apart, are heading off to kindergarten. Their respective younger brothers are heading off to pre-school.
Oh, I am so excited for them all! I have some special little somethings for them to make the big day even more special.
(Okay, I got them all underwear.) My grand daughter will be wearing a uniform at her school, and I was stumped on what could work universally for all four of them...underwear seemed like a logical choice at the time.
Don't judge me.
They're Super-heros underwear....for the boys anyway. Ms. Cutie-Patootie got fun prints in various shades of pinks and her favorite color...purple! That should garner a small amount of hoopla I am thinking.
(I am hoping it does, at any rate.)
I thought it might turn out to be another new family tradition.
(Although, I am not sure how this will be going over when I am buying boxers for 15 year old grands.)
A Gramma can hope, you know?
For now, I am looking forward with eager anticipation to hear how those first big days go! (and having really cool underwear from your Gramma Cupcake just might be the icing on the cake.)
Okay, probably not, but I want them to all know I am thinking of them on their big day.
He would almost rather read his books than play with his bulldozers and diggers, and cars.
His Mama takes him to the wonderful library here in Vancouver, Washington, and he loves every minute of it.
He can't wait to go through each new book, page by page. (over and over, and over, again.
Mark Twain was right when he said, a good book is a good friend.
(I am so very, very blessed!)
I managed to snap a few pictures of our newest family member last time I was at his home. (The natural lighting in their home is the best!)
He's a week shy of three months, and he's smiling, and cooing, and oh! He's discovered his hands...(he's gonna be a chatterbox like his big brother, I think.)
I plopped him down on the bed, and started talking to him, and he was trying his very best to talk back to me.
We had a moment, he and I.
Heaven on earth, for sure.
Here's my favorite photo of the day....
It's so good to be Gramma Cupcake.
Okay, I may be a teensy bit partial.
But still...how sweet is this photo?!
I know I have told you that my eight wonderful grand-babes all have a cousin within months of them.
And that makes for some pretty precious moments, like this one.
You remember these two, right? They've been hangin' out since...way back when...
Oh my. Time flies.
My camera caught these two cousins taking a little stroll with one of the Daddy's on Saturday, as we were all gathered at T-Ball game.
It makes my heart spill over.
Aaah, our first T-Ball season has arrived here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and that means the opening game was postponed due to rain.
(Which was like a little gift from God to me, because I was out of town, and hated that I was going to miss it.)
A couple of weeks passed and the sun is finally here.
(at least for the time being.)
I couldn't resist this latest sign I found at Camas Antiques for the frat house. With four boys sharing a bathroom, this was a definite gotta-have for above the toilet, don'tcha think?
I think it's one of her best works, myself. Love the colors and the prints. Love the precision straight pieces of fabric, and the incredible workmanship. You can see all the love that went into this project.
(Did I mention that she let me hand pick the fabrics for her?)
Yep, I did.
(I do not have the patience to sew anything, not even a hem, but I have an eye for color, and prints, and patterns.
I chose to go with the colors that were in the newest little man's nursery. Shades of whites, grays, and a pop of mustard.
The sewing queen came up with the fantastic idea of the monogram "K".
And, she brought it to life.
Like I said...Lovin' it.
They don't call her the Sewing Queen for nothin'.
I saw this sign last Saturday when my Rocker Buddy and I were at the old car parts shop getting some much needed items for my old truck, and I knew I had to get it.
With my daughter's fourth baby boy arriving just three weeks ago, clearly the upstairs bathroom was screaming for this sign.
Am I right?
If not on the door, then at least inside the bathroom, between the mirrors, or above the toilet.
My daughter's DIY project made it into a regional lifestyle magazine, and even landed her on the cover!(and her family, before bouncing baby boy number 4 arrived a couple of weeks ago!)
She and her hubbs team up to do some pretty aah-mazing handiwork around their home, and as gift items (I've been the recipient of a couple fabulous wood items I will be sharing soon...)
In her article she walks you through how to add wood to the wall for a fantastic vintage feel. It's hard to tell in my photos of her spread, but if you pop over to her blog, you can see that it looks adorable in the new nursery.
Great job, Heather Feather!
If you read my blog regualrly you know that little mister seven just arrived, and we are all waiting on little number eight to arrive at any moment now. (we don't know if it's a little he, or a little she yet!)
What you might not realize, however, is that all eight of my sweet lil' grands have a cousin within a few months of their age.
It makes for perfect playmates when they get together.
One and two are about four weeks apart, and three and four are just a hair over four months apart. Numbers five and six are only two months apart, and the newest little babes will be about a month apart (just like numbers one and two!)
One day last week the two toddlers got to play at Little Cups and Grownups while the older boys were in preschool, and I got a few pictures of them.
How fun is this, to have a little cousin, just your age, to stack cups with...
...and check out the little kitchen with...
...and to spot you on the slide?
Life just doesn't any get better than this.
He was scheduled for a c-section arrival next Monday, but God had other plans.
Funny how that happens.
I fell asleep early tonight, (for me, anyway) before 9:30, and was awakened by the sudden ringing of my phone at midnight.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy was still awake, as he is battling a cold, but more because Richard Sherman and Malcolm Smith were scheduled to be in Jimmy Kimmel (Oh, how we love our Seahawks!)
Anyway, it was my son-in-law, calling to say that little Mister had decided he was going to make today his birthday, so I scurried over to be with the other three little men while they headed on in to the hospital to welcome their newest baby brother.
Now here I sit, just a bit after one in the morning, wide awake with excitement and anticipation; my heart full of prayers for a safe arrival for this precious baby, and his Mama and Daddy.
Oh! I cannot wait to meet him, and hold him,so fresh from God.
It was our usual chaotic, loud, lots-of-belly-laughs-mixed-in-with-eye-rolls-rip-roaring time. I did manage to remember to snap a few pictures and...well, some of us seem to have entered the let's-make-silly-faces-and-ham-it-up-for-Gramma-Cupcake's-camera stage of life.
Can you tell which ones?
(I'll give you a hint; it's not the cute little 80 year old red-head in the apron.)
Mmmm hmmm...the boys.
These particular boys (The one that will be five on Christmas eve, and his almost four year old brother as well...) were almost too busy hamming it up for the camera to actually help make the cookies.
Remember this post I did last year?
My son and his family came for a visit right before Thanksgiving, and we attempted a repeat performance this year, with all six little ones in the bed.
It was very much like herding kittens.
For some reason, I pictured it being easier with numbers five and six being a year old now.
I was mistaken.
They were on the move.
Some left the bed entirely.
Some of them were not happy to wear a hat.
We had three Mama's and one Daddy wrangling and wrestling them.
Lots of hollering, and giggling, and squirming and belly-laughing.
I can hardly wait for next year, when we will have eight little smiling faces in the annual Christmas photo shoot!