It's Not My Birthday

Yesterday we celebrated my sister's 36th birthday. Of course we had her favorite birthday dinner, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Mom cooked the whole thing and it was delish.

So I took a few pictures of our day and of the kids, too. My nephew Niall must have been playing with his ball of fungus, because I don't have any of him. (Yes, he really has a ball of fungus - basically a large puffy mushroom thing he got from his other grandma's back yard - it's about the size of a volleyball).

My sister's birthday always marks the end of summer for me. As I was driving home from her house last night I couldn't believe that it was dark by 7:00 pm. Fall is almost here and then it will be winter. My birthday is in the winter. In fact, I can't even imagine having a birthday that didn't contain a Christmas tree, cold weather, sweaters and Christmas carols. Most years, my family was putting up the Christmas tree on my birthday weekend - so birthdays with outdoor picnics, water slides and bugs really seem out of place to me.

Even my parents birthdays are cold weather birthdays. My father's birthday is in November and my mother's is in March. For the longest time only my sister had a warm weather birthday. Then she started making people of her own, and had my nephew in July. (Her other two are February and March - keeping with tradition!)

Anywho, here's a few of the pictures (click to enlarge) from her day. Happy birthday, Eisenhower!

Mom, Dad and Britt - Mom and Dad have a funny look on their faces because just as I snapped this picture, a glass behind them tumbled off the counter and smashed to the ground.

This is the fabulous Stella getting ready to be fabulously cranky

And here is Stella again wearing home grown tomato seeds on her face.

And I can't forget the Divine Miss Em.