I don't know why it's never hit me before that the week of Halloween --> Finley's birthday is like the Olympics of parenting, but three near-catatonic adults on the couch on Sunday night (and several snoring dogs) are all the proof I need that it's a fact.
with our new stok firepit (strong recommend) and a complete disregard for fire safety.
That's not even accounting for the Walters family tradition of having the tree up the week after Halloween...
Seth and I snuck in a quick date night (to see Bill Maher in Baltimore, which was awesome) somewhere in there, but mostly we've been squeezing in fall activities
which included a number of Halloween parades,
Halloween at the beach,
and Halloween in our front yard, after the neighborhood haunted house was way too scary.
Plus yard work.
And then we rolled straight into birthday week. (Which magically coincided with testimony week, make it to the polls week, and "Dad brought home a donut the size of a pizza from his hunting trip" week.")
It gets harder every year to process just how big our babies have gotten. Seven feels particularly grown,
and the annual retelling of the birth story now evokes such long-ago memories, I almost don't even cringe when Seth fetches the salad tongs.
We were so lucky to have Jayne here to help (by which we mean, do most of the work) to celebrate our big girl (plus the onset of a very late fall).
Finley expertly capitalized on working-parent-guilt and demanded sushi (Mr. Chicken Nuggets was unenthused),
a laser tag party,
and both cake and cupcakes. (Jayne outdid herself this year, and the red velvet was the best I've ever had, no kidding.)
A fantastic and exhausting and sugar-saturated time
was had by all, and we finished off the week as fall evenings were meant to be spent:
Also, Finley got a nail stamper and decorated her brother's nails and this might be the photo of the week. She told him he looked "very handsome."
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