If it's been an especially busy week, as was last week, then there are fewer pictures to show for it. When Mr. Forget-me-not is between pitstops of home and airports, I can expect it to be a little crazy. Tag his travel schedule alongside the week before a birthday (Hooray, Hibiscus!) and I feel accomplished having remembered to snap a few of the cake eating fun.
Of course, I forgot to take the camera when we went to the beach to celebrate, which was especially disappointing since it was the most beautiful cloudless, windless day. The ocean water near Lanikai was the color of turquoise sea glass. The bike ride down to the beach was a milestone moment for Hibiscus and Wooly. It was the first time Hibiscus has riden down the hill to the beach, and then up the hill back home, on her own bike! For Wooly, he had his first chance to balance on the back seat of the tandem, finally big enough to steady himself on the bar for his feet.
Hibiscus made birthday festivities easy, requesting a custard pie instead of a cake (thank you, Costco Bakery). Turns out, custard pie wasn't all she had hoped for, so next year we'll probably pan out another conventional cake. Considering she got cupcakes delivered to her classroom (plus the custard pie), I'd say she had her cake and got to eat it, too. (Notice, mischievous Wooly, thinks it's so funny to stick out his tongue in almost every picture lately. Not funny, son, not funny.)
When it came time to set the 9 candles ablaze, we discovered there was but one match left in the box! Mr. Forget-me-not, deep in concentration, managed to light up all the candles and only burn a couple fingers in the process. A necessary sacrifice to ensure one good wish and blow!
Since cakes and pies aren't enough sugar for one day, Dad included doughnuts for breakfast! Plus, there were no chores, no piano practicing, and no multiplication flashcards. Wow! What a day.
In celebration of her Big 9th Birthday, Hibiscus enjoyed making homemade lollipops...
...and being universally loved! (Grandparents called, sent surprise cards in the mail--with $9 dollars!, and all the neighbor kids came over to sing to her!)
The last birthday request of the day was to snuggle in Mom and Dad's bed, proving that at 9 years old, she is still a little girl. Good thing, too, since she's growing up way too fast.
Always on the grow,
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