Hudson turned 3 this month, which I still can hardly believe. It feels just like yesterday we were bringing a tiny little 6lb baby boy home from the hospital. That tiny little baby boy has grown into the busiest little guy on planet earth. His sweet face, those big brown eyes, that raspy voice, oh he melts me....

Happy 3rd Birthday Hudson Ray!

We celebrated his birthday farm style, sending invites out in burlap bags, tied with red bandanas for each child to wear to the party. The barn was empty besides three picnic tables so in order to set the stage for Hudson's barn party, two giant truckloads of furniture, crates, apple baskets, wood boxes, tables, and other random things found buried in my garage were brought in. I made gigantic accordian circles to hang above the dessert table and attached a vintage milk bottle top to the center of each. The cake was set on an old pie delivery box and cookies/cupcakes/pies on vintage trays. Animal cake pops stuck out of mini bales of hay. Flowers were placed in vintage milk bottles, and all food was served in old red and white enamelware. The kids played dueling games of drop the clothespin into the bottle, raced through a corn maze, fed goats, pigs, chickens and lambs, had feather extensions added to their hair, and ended with a very competitive sack race in burlap bags. Guests were sent home with homemade strawberry-raspberry jam, goodie bags filled with farm animals and farm themed candy, baby chicks, and egg cartons filled with mini cupcakes.

A big thanks to Foster's Barn for having us!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Venue: Foster's Produce, Arlington WA
Photography: Molly Vaden Photography
Flowers: Flora D Amore
Stationary: Less Ordinary Designs

Sesame Street Birthday

Well there was definitely no sunny day sweeping our clouds away last Saturday. With a 40% chance of showers and a very optimistic attitude, I said let's go for it, and set up Hudson's party in our backyard. Silly me, I should have listened to my gut saying it was going to rain. For three weeks I had worked on H's party, making, baking, and creating things to make his party extra special. My days were filled cutting felt circles, stringing pennant flags, mastering Elmo's face in buttercream icing, and of course, shopping for all things primary colors.

It rained. And when I say rained, I mean POURED.
ALL.
DAY.
LONG.

What a party. I didn't know if I should cry or just laugh.
I laughed.


I laughed until the party was over and I was tearing down the pinwheels from the fence posts and they were falling off into my hands, drenched from the rain shower that had completely dissolved them into nothing. We were left with a giant cake completely un cut, an Oscar the Grouch trash game no one played, and a pinata entirely unharmed. There was enough candy left over to give out on Halloween, seven un claimed goldfish, and fourteen loads of laundry from all the beach towels spread all over my carpet, in attempt to protect my floor from everyone's muddy grassy shoes.

I guess if there is one thing I've learned, it's that no matter how well you plan and put something together, there's no controlling the weather.
Let's all start praying now for August 2011's weather.


and P.S. Rain, I hate you.

 

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