Celebration Season

Today we celebrated Jenny's birthday--she's a big girl of seven. (Can it be, it seems like yesterday, etc. etc. etc.)

From April 21 to August 10 is celebration season at our house--seven birthdays, Mother's and Father's Days, and our anniversary.

By the end of the summer I am always tired of cake and parties. But the nice thing about having three babies in June and July was that they were born in Canada and if it had been in March or October I would have had to go out to the hospital in civilization three weeks ahead of my due date to wait and hope that the labor and planes and weather would cooperate to get Paul out in time for the big event. But, as I said, they came in June and July when he wasn't in the classroom.

Steven upset the family tradition by coming with a November 6th birthdate. But that was just an arbitrary date that the social worker pulled out of the air, since no one had any record of his birth. I have a feeling he was actually born between April and July like the rest of us, since he is such a Smucker in almost every other respect.

Quote of the Day:
"Why do we have to leave at the crack of dawn?"
--Emily, when we were getting ready to leave for the zoo at 10 a.m. last Saturday