It’s Monday, blog! And BOY is it EVER. Whew. Here’s a little flashback to Saturday, when Josh and I went over to the Manse to celebrate Ronia’s 6th birthday. Brenna made the birthday cake herself. It features a portrait of their cat, “Joan Fluffy Socks” (I think).
The whole party was kitty-themed, right down to the snacks.
The table settings included balls of yarn, which would be utilized later on in a rousing cat-themed game.
At the “Whisker Station”, the guests donned felt cat ears and Fleeta drew cat whiskers on cheeks with an eyeliner pencil.
The birthday girl gets her whiskers. Brenna made Ronia’s dress (as well as a matching dress for her doll).
Loved how all the little girls were still wearing summer dresses. Last Saturday was probably the last really nice sunny day we’ll have this year…if the weather forecast can be believed!
Ronia shows off her cat drawing. I was torn between wanting to draw with the little girls or make grown-up conversation with the adults (I chose the latter).
P. is a cutie.
So is this little girl. Love her curly hair!
Ronia’s victory dance at the end of the “game”, which involved pushing balls of yarn down the hallway as fast as possible…using your nose. Meow!
The kitten adoption was a big hit!
Kittens at the table, preparing to feast.
Downstairs, Elliot was immersing himself into “Cricket” magazine. I liked this cover, so I took a picture.
Smaller crowd this year.
Brenna presents the cake and a song…
Ronia makes a wish…
…and blows out her candles!
Josh and I had gone for an 8 mile run that morning…the longest run I’ve ever done in my life. I iced my feet afterwards, and had ZERO pain the next day. A September miracle! Then we went and gobbled all those calories back at Weinerschnitzel…mmmmmmm. I love their corn dogs.
Currently my in-laws are staying with us while Josh’s father helps him install a French drain in our backyard, which will (hopefully) keep the yard from retaining water and being completely soggy and awful from October through next spring, HOORAY! Maybe I’ll take some pictures of the drain-in-progress. Mayyyybe.