2nd Birthday Celebration for Anna Claire

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Anna Claire's 2nd birthday celebration is this Saturday. Here's her birthday cake in progress. It might change a bit with the addition of some cut little props like you would find on the beach, and I might add some stripes to the soles of the shoes, but the basic idea is there. :)

The sand is made from a peanut butter base with crushed graham crackers sprinkled on top. The cake is strawberry on the inside and the straps are made from twislers. I have some gummy fish I might use... and some tiny gum drops that look like sea pebbles... I'm going to try to make some other beachy things like sea shells to sprinkle around too. The flowers around the sole of the flops is that 3 foot long fruit roll ups. Too cute, huh.

Anna Claire growing

Anna Claire tickles me. She is growing sooooo tall. On June 19 she will be two.

Happy Birthday Jesus

Just sharing again.

Poetry day

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

Although this poem is written for the guys of this earth, I have always loved it and find wisdom in these words.

Flamingo 1

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We can cut out around his legs if you think we need wind holes.

The white part of the plywood is what will be cut away. The rest will be painted either as the bird, flowers, trees, sign or whatever.

Steel Magnolias in the Making

Carley Ann and Grace

February is slipping by

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I am improving greatly and just realized that I haven't posted Christmas pictures, so here is a few of Anna Claire and Carley Ann.