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The Amazing Cheese Stick Tradition

This could possibly be the strangest birthday tradition ever. I didn't plan it. It just sort of happened. When Ava turned 1 we happened to take her to Applebees. We figured a cheese stick would be a good match for a big 1 year old and we snapped a shot of her nibbling on it. Every year since we have braved the inevitable cold on December 15th and sat down at Applebees for the obligatory cheese stick picture. Tonight will be no exception. Some day I will create a scrapbook for Ava that contains every silly cheese stick picture and every birthday we were blessed enough to share with each other. Family rocks.

The Best Present Ever

Ava's Party

Last week it was 10 below zero and we were starting to wonder if the snow princess sledding party was going to turn into the "yeah! let's all play in the basement" party. Today the sun was shining and at 1:00 it was nearly 25 degrees. Jason set up his fishing house in the park across the street and stocked it with little kid chairs and a propane heater (which we never needed because it was so warm). He drug the firepit from the backyard into he driveway and stoked a fire.

When the girlfriends arrived we hit the hill. I was so impressed! I lost count of how many times we skipped up and skidded down that hill. After about an hour some of the girls were crawling to get up the hill so we called it quits and went inside for hot cocoa and princess cake. Ava felt like a million bucks today. What a blessed little girl.

Ava's Sledding Snow Princess Cake

After a lot of patching because I moved the nearly finished cake to the counter and then gracefully dropped a plate from the cupboard directly onto the skirt, this is the final product. Buttercream with fondant overlay and candy pearls. I had WAY more help than I wanted. 'Nuf said.

Christmas Program - Daner

The build up to the Christmas program began this fall. The Shover preschool Christmas program is a big deal, a real big deal. It is not any different than any preschool program I suppose, although I've never seen any other. The standard fare. More cute than your eyes can absorb singing corny Christmas songs out of tune while vaguely gesturing with their hands. But this year was going to be different. This was the year that we were going to be the parents who, potentially, were going to have the "crier". See, there is a crier every year at the program. The kid who looses it over the thought of being on stage facing overeager parents with video cameras. This year Dane would perform in his first program and my money was on him being the crier.

In the weeks before today Dane would change his mind. One day he was going to star in this little B movie, the next day he had convinced himself that he would rather do anything, anything other than stand on that plywood platform covered in 1970's carpet.

This morning as I dropped him off at daycare he was staunchly in the "anything, anything other" category. He dressed in his Daddy Shirt & Tie, which I am guessing he figured would look just as cool in the folding chairs watching his classmates as it would participating in the program. He looked the part.

We arrived at the program. Dane was whisked away by his (awesome) teacher and reemerged on the stage a card carrying member of the big boy club. His little eyes searched around the room looking for his Dad. He locked eyes, smiled and....stayed on the stage. No tears, no wailing, no bolting for the door. He stayed on the stage for the entire program. He refused to sing, but that is a minor detail, so is the fact that he spontaneously untucked his shirt and was attempting to unbutton it when I gave him my coldest iciest stare to stop him. I was proud of him for doing something out of his element. I was unconcerned that he chose not to sing. I will no longer worry about him being the crier at future events, but I will worry about him being "that kid". That kid who takes his clothes off on stage.

I love my little man.