Ellen doesn't care much about cake. Ellen is an ice cream girl. So we had an ice cream brownie sundae bar. She helped herself to a ground-fall apple from our tree as an appetizer. It was her 14th of the day. Ellen knows how to forage.
Jane finished her sundae, then helped herself to a bowl of straight whipped cream. Naturally.
Chocolate Coated Adam Lite™:
Molly's family was leaving, but I made them wait while I went inside to stitch the trim on her birthday skirt. (Molly's birthday was in June.) And now, looking at this picture, I wish I had made them wait until I pressed the trim too.
I like that this year Ellen's birthday coincided with the peak of the Perseids meteor shower. Seems right for my little fireball.
And speaking of meteor showers, here's a memory. When I was younger and our town was still smallish and dark enough at night for stargazing, I came home late one summer night from performing in a play to find my house pitch black and my dad and a bunch of my siblings lying on blankets on the front lawn, taking in a meteor shower. Recognizing a prime photo opportunity, I crept quietly inside, found my camera, and snapped a photo from the porch. My dad's reaction to the bright flash in his peripheral vision in the middle of a meteor shower has gone down in the books of beloved family lore: "Woah! Did anyone see that one!? That was AMAZING!"
Curses on light pollution. I want to be able to lie on the front lawn with my kids and see the Milky Way like I could when I was a kid.
Now I've stayed up way past my bedtime again. And I didn't even see a shooting star.