Four posts in three days? Yep, you can say I’m back…and blogging with a vengeance! I’ve still got lots and lots of shtuff and stories to update this ol’ place with so hang tight!
One of the awesome things about our annual trek to the river for the 4th of July is that we usually get to celebrate the birthday of our little Nate. AKA Natey Ball, or Poohey. Yes this is a bizarre family. But don’t lie…you know yours is too.
I have found myself almost exclusively calling Nate “Natey Ball” of late. And I caught myself almost using it on another little Nate friend we have. Luckily I realized my error before being tagged as genuinely cray cray.
But I digreess.
Natey Ball turned three.
His mama is pretty much the queen of keeping things simple and child-focused. I absolutely adore that in her. She let the big girls help decorate the cake (after a bit of practice on plates)…
and she let them loose with crepe paper to shine up the living room. When everything was arranged just so it was time for Nate to take matters into his own hands.
In more ways than one.
And yes, that is a fabulous homemade pinata. I told you my SIL was a do-it-yourself rockstar. (Which I will also be, in my next life. I’ve already put in my formal request.)
After a few good whacks from each cousin, the thing finally gave up the fight.
Happy Birthday Poohey…
You fit right in with this family of oddballs. Which makes me love you all the more.