Eli and Jude have August birthdays, and consequently they always get the "best" party. Somehow the November boys never have quite such a shebang, but we try to make up for it in other ways. This party was really fun. We raked out a 'campsite' in the woods just outside our front door. Indian costumes abounded, in an effort to enjoy the teepee more fully. We roasted a couple of our freshly harvested chickens on the spit, and the boys constructed an "outpost" from which to distribute birthday candy. Oh my. And the cake was mountainous, and covered in summer fruit and whipped cream. Dreamy.
On this brisk almost-November night, that party feels so far off. The house smells like the wood stove and fresh applesauce. The Red Sox are on the radio, getting ready to win the world series (?!). The baby is fast asleep. Happy birthday all over again my big boys. I can't believe you are 11 and 9.