Birthday doings

So remember that time I said I was going to post every day for seven days in a row...?

Yes, that. Well it turns out that I get tired of my own voice too quickly. Despite having ideas of more posts to write, I couldn't drum up the interest to sit in front of the computer every day and write something.

But I wanted to post about my lovely birthday recently; Patrick, once again, out-did himself.


Just me and my boys on a sunny Sunday morning (not my birthday, but I liked this photo enough to want to post it)


The beautiful spot where we went camping. Yes, camping, on my birthday!

Noah had been campaigning for some time now to go camping, and I was always hesitant; it's too hot, I'm too pregnant, it's too much work, blahblahblah.

When the heat finally died down, I got more inclined towards the idea, and well, sneaky Patrick went and booked the site without consulting me. 
Sometimes I need his take-charge-y-ness, otherwise I would be a total hermit.


It turned out to be a stellar time. 

Patrick finished work early, baked me a cake from scratch, and packed up the van. I sat and ate ice cream with the children while he took care of it all.
 Life is hard, but I keep on truckin'.


The place where we actually went camping was so beautiful. 
It's a piece of land owned by friends of ours on a lake, complete with swing sets, Little Tyke playhouses and lots of Adirondack chairs for sitting around the fire.

Did I mention it was all overlooking a lake?


It was all so recreational, in the true sense.


And how can you go wrong with hot dogs roasted on the fire?




Isaiah and Noah think there is nothing better, and really, 
I should be making kale smoothies and eating pastured egg yolks to nourish this unborn baby, BUT 
a hotdog with lots of mustard, followed by cake?


The best birthday supper yet.

And then Patrick gave me a book which I am devouring in every spare minute I can and the boys gave me a new book too which I eagerly await as soon as I finish with the first one. 

Marvelous.


Then we returned home the following morning and Patrick thoroughly cleaned our outbuilding, and even ripped up the funny flooring. 


The boys had to help, too, of course.


Much improved!



One last thing: 
when you're standing in the kitchen, distracted by oodles of dishes and your husband runs in and says "How attached are you to the wall in the outbuilding?", 
the correct answer is "very." 
Because I wasn't paying attention, I apparently gave Patrick my blessing to go ahead and do this.
(He was checking to see what the insides of the walls are like, because it's not insulated, and we wanted to know how much work it would be to go ahead and do that.)

I love him very much. 
And now I wait (im)patiently for him to rectify this situation, especially given that this will act as our guest house for his parents in about two weeks' time.


All in all, I had a wonderful, blessed birthday. I had wondered aloud to a friend of ours what I should do to really live out my last year in my twenties. He pointed out what should have been obvious -- being married with three children and a house is more than loads of people do before they hit 30. Consider my bucket-list having been crossed off.

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  1. What a lovely camping spot! keep it a secret so that it will remain the same. Sounds like a wonderful birthday.

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