Butterfly turned nine this week and said she would choose Cherry Cream Cheese pie over a cake if she could have a WHOLE pie to herself. Her mother said she could, and then she let Grandma's have a piece out of her own private pie. Isn't that nice? It was very good. One of her siblings sidled up to me earlier and whispered in my ear, "We're having Cherry Cream Cheese Pie." He made the pie announcement in a true secret-kid-spy sort of way. A this-is-the-most-delightful-secret sort of way
Butterfly is a wonderful girl, very "butterflyish" and she has a passion for horses and Celtic dance.
I missed the fire and the blowing-out-of-the-fire because I am technologically challenged.
"This is my own private pie. Don't bother with the cherries, I'll just eat it 'as is'"
"She's not really going to eat the whole thing, is she? I'm pretty sure I need a piece."
"Me too." Of course it sounded like "blah-blahhh" but I knew what he meant. His sister is giving him kisses. She's generous, like that. She gave both Phil and I wonderful hugs, too.
Note: ACK! My arthritic computer is acting up. Blogger took fifteen minutes to load these photos and fifteen minutes to NOT LOAD another batch. It loaded one--on my cookbook site--on it's head. It took fifteen minutes to load it wrong and fifteen minutes to re-do it--the pie photo.
So... even though I have lots more photos to load I'm shutting down before I become so frustrated that I go berserk. What's the use of spending energy going berserk if no one is up to see it and give you sympathy? Besides that, this is the second night in a row that I won't bet to bed before 2:00. I am almost in the walking-into-walls condition.
Blogger ought to be spanked, that's all I have to say.
Happy Birthday, Butterfly. You are a charming, hard working, excellent girl, who always seems so happy. Both Grandpa and I think you are wonderful.
