More Happy Birthdays

Quarter-of-a-century was all right while it lasted, but 26 promises even better things. On the actual day, we had lasagna for supper (mmmm) and a tiny bit of ice cream for dessert. (It's supposed to be no sugar for Mom or baby for a while, but I cheated just this once.) Curt let me shop around online for my present--a dvd burner for our computer. (This is me, being very excited!)

On Saturday (the 7th), I redeemed one of my Christmas present coupons from Carol. She had given me two kid-free days to do with as I chose. Curt and I left Megan with Aunt Carol, the kids, and lots of kittens, and went by ourselves to St. Peter and Mankato for the day. We enjoyed drooling over exquisitely crafted Amish furniture, chuckling at Remy and friends in Ratatouille, eating a nice meal by ourselves (one I did not have to cook!), and doing some semi-random shopping. We got home just after Megan's bed time and were tired enough to konk out ourselves. 'Twas an altogether lovely day.

Fourth of July

Our Independence Day plans turned out to be fairly uninvolved, but pleasant. Curt only had to be at work for the first half of the day while Sarah and Megan grocery shopped. During the afternoon, Curt got yard work done while the girls took naps. After an indoor hamburger picnic for supper, we all went to town for the firework show. We drove around for quite a while scoping out the best seats. We were early enough that we had time to go back home and get more stuff before it got dark.

Megan had a pretty late night of it, but she did not get scared at all by the loud noises. She called them, "Green stars! Purple stars! Red stars!" I pointed out that one of them was twisty, and she proceeded to label most of the rest of them the same way. I got a big kick out of hearing her tiny voice say (with terribly grownup inflection), "Oh, mom, that was bee-you-ti-ful." And later, "That was a BIG ONE! (pause) It boomed."








After we got back and put our very tired two-year-old to bed, we tried for a self-portrait. July 4 marks the anniversary of our engagement. Four years ago, Curt asked me to be his wife. (I said, "Yes," in case you didn't know. :) None of our fifteen or so tries at a normal picture turned out spectacularly. But here's what we look like, anyway.

What a goofy pair!