Kai's cake always looks so pretty with a dusting of powdered sugar and a few fall flowers. What I really love about this photo, though, is the cake plate. It was given to my mother when she was married nearly fifty years ago in Germany. It conjures up such good memories, and since we were at my parents' home it seemed fitting to use it.
Perhaps the blurriness of this photo is apropos, given how misty-eyed I was at the thought of my baby turning three. The years have slipped away so quickly...
Heading out for our traditional first day of school trip to the bakery.
At the risk of over-exposing Rafe, here he is once again. Last week he started soccer for the first time, always a much-anticipated event for our boys. He's having such fun and his enthusiasm is contagious.
Last Wednesday we hiked at Baker again. We drove up to Twin Lakes and had a bite to eat, then hiked up to the defunct fire lookout atop Winchester Mountain. The views from up here are stunning. A 360 degree panorama of peaks.
While Rafe received a new soccer ball on his actual birthday, the celebration occurred a few days later when Oma and Opa could join us. His traditional cake is blueberry cheesecake. I love how earnestly Kai is watching him ~ anticipating his own special day in a few short weeks, no doubt.
Are we ever too old to enjoy barreling about on a sturdy trike? Certainly not!
Kai's cake always looks so pretty with a dusting of powdered sugar and a few fall flowers. What I really love about this photo, though, is the cake plate. It was given to my mother when she was married nearly fifty years ago in Germany. It conjures up such good memories, and since we were at my parents' home it seemed fitting to use it.
Perhaps the blurriness of this photo is apropos, given how misty-eyed I was at the thought of my baby turning three. The years have slipped away so quickly...
