Saturday at the Cleaver compound, we had a Triple birthday celebration! Our three birthday folks ages added up to 128 years (The Mister responsible for 43.75% of the total).
Three birthdays, you say? Doesn't that mean THREE cakes?
I made a carrot cake (The Mister's favorite), a chocolate cake (the selection of The Mister's brother), and this cake here, made for The Mister's daughter, Janella.
Which cake got the most rave reviews?
The only one that I didn't make totally from scratch. The one that required the least amount of work, of course. From a mix. Frosted with Cool Whip.
The Mister set out to grill some serious meat, including a St. Louis staple, pork steaks.
I made some Crash potatoes to go along, and side dishes were brought to share.
The natives were getting a bit restless - that meat was taking FOREVER to cook.
Enter Ruth, the heroine for the day. She did some grill magic, and showed her daddy just who was the grillmaster!
Here she is, mugging for the camera:
Son-in-law Frank, youngest of ten children in his family, was so happy to finally get to sit at the table with the grownups! He might have looked more convincing if he hadn't been wearing Seth's Cookie Monster bib...he'll learn:
And Seth, who came in with a Terrible Twos, 'I Said No and I Mean No' attitude. Here's a pic after he settled back in to behaving like his usual adorable self:
Today, we have grandson Eli (who was not interested in being photographed) starting Kindergarten. Eli's sister Des is giving 8th grade a go, and brother Nate will be doing his best in 6th grade.
We have The Boy still on summer vacation. This Tuesday, he will attend Freshman Orientation (yikes, high school); classes start August 24th...when The Mister and I will celebrate by dancing in the street (three years down, three to go)!