Five Days

That's how many days it's been since I've posted anything. I feel compelled to do one to make sure I don't lose my momentum forever. After all, the jam-packed days of having small children pass so quickly, I'll never be able to recall them all without this handy memory-keeper. And when the children are in therapy, blaming me for everything, I want to have an accurate record of crazy-making blame.

Where do you start? Thursday afternoon with the creative writing workshop? Friday afternoon scheduling scary procedures for Stella's Radioactive Lymph Node? Staying up too late Friday night to bake a birthday cake that was slim in good looks, but big with love? My excellent half marathon trail race Saturday morning? Or our horrible trip to the ER with Stella (and the node(s) from hell) the day after her birthday? Or our ENT trip this morning to schedule more scary procedures?

They all deserve their own post, and I am certain I'll buck up and get Stella and Race Reports posted this week. For now, a little slideshow about the birthday celebration.


If you squint your eyes, and understand fully that no one around here claims to be a baker, that is a Percy the Train cake. Although the kids recognized him immediately, Heath was disturbed that he has no wheels. Oops.

Baby Stella on Baby Stella's back. Heath wanted to know if Stella is still a baby. He has contemplated the fact that She can talk, but she still has to wear a diaper.

Heath and Stella taking a morning after her birthday walk. They are carrying her new birthday prizes. A truck to call her own. And a baby jogger for her dolls. (Or a coffee can. Or loaf of bread. She isn't picky.) Heath has taken quite a shine to the jogging stroller.

Running with the new Baby Stella.

Uh-oh. Hope Baby Stella is okay.