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Birthday Fun

Yesterday, I celebrated my 33rd birthday.  Overall, it was a good day.  In the morning, I got some grocery shopping done and went to the mall to check out the clearance at Old Navy.  Andrew told the cashier that I was celebrating my 13th birthday.  When she laughed, Andrew realized he said something wrong and quickly corrected himself.  "Actually, she isn't turning 13 because yesterday she was 32."
After the mall, we went to Wilson Apple Orchard with a group from church.  I know you have seen tons of pictures of this place because we go multiple times a year, but you haven't seen pumpkins there yet . . .


The following picture might be familiar.  If I was more organized/creative/crafty, I would remember to take a picture of the kids by the apple every year to record their growth.  Unfortunately, I think I only have a few of Andrew.
 But this year, Sean snuck into the picture.
 After the apple orchard, the little boys and I went home for lunch and nap time.  I cleaned up the house in preparation for the evening festivities.  I spent some time with the older kids in the afternoon working on homework, reading out loud, and preparing for Friday spelling tests.  After that, I took some of the kids to play at a friend's house while I met Rick at the furniture store.  We finally found a table that would seat a good number of people for a reasonable price.  Unfortunately, the finish on top is weak it has already sustained some damage from a certain busy, happy child (I am sure you can guess who that might be).  We went to the furniture store to figure out what other options we might have for an elegant looking table that can seat at least 10 which could also stand up to daily use by a busy family.

This is a picture of our new table, which will probably be returned and replaced with a more people-proof version in the next few months . . .
I returned from the furniture store to find that Emily had done a cute job decorating the house for me with streamers, signs, and balloons.

 On the way home, Rick picked up dinner supplies from Plaza Jalisco, our favorite local Mexican restaurant.  Can you believe this grocery-bag full of chips????
We had a nice dinner of burritos, chips, and salsa.  Rick sent me upstairs to relax while he and the kids cleaned up the kitchen (actually, Rick did most of the work).

We openend presents, ate cake, and put the kids to bed.

It was a nice day.  I feel very blessed to have such a wonderful family.

Comments

Chelsey said…
I just wrote a really great comment and it wouldn't publish. I'm going to see if this will publish or not.
October 1, 2011 at 7:11 PM
Chelsey said…
I'm going to try as best I can to replicate my original comment.

Happy birthday Bonni! If I was a better facebooker I would have seen that on facebook yesterday, but alas I fail as a facebooker and I was not reminded of your birthday. I'm so glad you blogged about it this year so I could wish you a happy day, although belated.

As for the table situation, Brad and I bought a large table last year that we thought could endure and withstand the little dings and nicks (with forks and knives) that our children make on the table. Unfortunately, as hard as the wood is, it still has those loving marks on it. However, it is a hard wood and not veneer so if we ever get ambitious we can sand it down and refinish it. I have a feeling that won't be until Jacob is at least 10.
October 1, 2011 at 7:14 PM
Donna said…
Happy Birthday Bonni! I'm glad that you had a fun day!
October 3, 2011 at 12:04 PM
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