




for a brand new cast

and even though it doesn't involve a tax credit, Mama is thrilled.




I had wanted to do more of the of the game board on the top of the cake, but after I had the batter mixed up I couldn't find my cake pan. Aargh! Luckily a neighbor was willing to loan me hers to get me out of the pinch; it was just smaller than mine. But everything ended up turning out all right in the end. Since I can't pipe / decorate with frosting to save my life, I cheated and used other things instead - namely more candy! The little gingerbread house was my son's favorite part of the whole day. In fact, he skipped cake and ice cream and just munched on that house. After all my worries about whether or not that stinking cake would turn out or not, I'm so glad that he liked it. Papa's cakes are a tough act to follow.
-Milton Schafer
Some of you may remember that little diddy from the Muppet Show. I use to love the Muppet Show - back when I was about five. My son turned five yesterday and I can't believe how quickly these five years have passed. Didn't I just bring him home from the hospital? It sure feels like it.
I started contracting six weeks before my due date. Given that I live on Mackinac Island and deal with a limited ferry schedule, my doctor was not pleased. He asked me to leave the island, be no more than fifteen minutes from the hospital, and he put me on "limited mobility." It sounds awful, but it is not as bad as "bed rest"; I could get up and walk to the bathroom, take a shower etc., but I couldn't really go out. No walking, no bike riding, no driving, etc. Sounds awful, but my parents house in Petoskey is just about seven miles from the hospital so it was perfect. My husband commuted to and from the island so he could continue to work, while I stayed on the mainland by myself until my mom flew home from Malta a few days later.
Somehow we managed to keep him cooking for three more weeks, but at 4:09 am, at exactly 37 weeks, my water broke. My son was delivered via c-section a little over two hours later. I knew I would have to have a c-section since he was breach. His little bum was so wedged down in my pelvis he couldn't lay flat and touch his feet to the bed for over a month.
He was such a good baby - happy and good natured. He just wasn't an eater. (After a short while the lactation consultant from the hospital told me it was OK to give him formula after I nursed him, and he finally he started gaining more weight.) He still isn't an eater. Today he is only in the tenth percentile for height and weight - at five he wears size 2T shorts. He needs 4T pants for the length, but I have to get the adjustable waist kind or they will just fall off of him.
I don't care that he is on the small side. As his mother, I adore him. Currently some of my favorite things about him are:
I love you buddy. Happy birthday...


This year we have a new addition to our family birthday traditions: the birthday crown.



6. Once the number is attached to the circle, use your scissors to snip all around the number. Sharp scissors with a pointed tip work best. Clipping all the way to the stitching is just fin.e Just be careful not to cut through your stitching line. Work slowly so you don't cut through the circle fabric either. If you are using a flannel fabric do not clip quite as close to the seam. When I've used flannel it seems to fray more and I've had some fray right through the stitching line into the design.


We've been having way too much fun lately launching 2-liter bottle rockets at the park around the corner.


What a fun way to spend the evening, don't you think.

I see more more of these shirts in my future...


A couple days ago we had one of those days. You know what they're like; those days when no one can get along, everyone is on edge, and every little thing becomes a gigantic crisis worthy of tantrums.

I'm pretty happy with the result. Although when I make the next one I will probably go with a smaller width of fabric - maybe 35 inches. This one shirred just fine and will stay up around her little tummy, but I think a tighter waist would be better. I would hate for her to lose her britches while she is running and jumping on the playground at preschool; how embarrassing.

