Happy 5th Birthday, Jaxon!

 

 

   

   

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

   

 

Souper: The Soup Shack

And, of course, a forced march requires saltines and dessert for the children and soup and sandwiches for the Mama, Papa and Stretch.

And since we were already on the march, we made it worth our while & hiked over to the Soup Shack. Yum. Actually, "Souper." (To be accurate, I didn't come up with that. While we were eating a man walked by the shack and called, "How'ya doing today?" and the owner yelled back, "Souper."

We split a mushroom sandwich and a hummus taco, while the kiddos (seriously) ate the saltines from the side of Daddy & Stretch's bowls of bean soup. We offered them a pepperoni roll and a dinner roll from the bakery next to the Shack, but the saltines won out... (?!).

 

Happy Birthday: Shia's 5th Birthday Party

Now this is the kind of kid party I remember. A birthday party of my youth. A birthday party like they still host in Carlisle, but our first in the Wild & West. Grandma leading the kids in wacky games in the living room. Streamers hanging from every nick and every nack. Cake and ice cream at the dining room table. Perfection. With any luck, our New Jersey home will lend itself to such splendor.

 

Although Shia doesn't have Alexander pegged for "future husband," she (and just about every other child in the class) has put mark on her beau. Adorable. The girls chased the boys all around the house, blowing kisses and stealing hugs. I wondered if this talk of marriage and lovey-dovey stuff was all a pre-cursor to cooties. But until then, I heard Alexander say, "But, where's my hug?!"