When we got back to NY from our trip to Orlando, we picked up Caleb and then went to my parent’s house. We had a really nice time visiting and after our pizza dinner, Mom and I went for a walk. We walked and talked energetically. It was a special time, and we felt sort of like we were getting away with something, because we left the kids behind in the house with the men.
My mom’s childhood farmhouse is for sale. It’s right up the road so Mom and I walked up there and around the yard, looking at my Grandma’s flowers that were coming up. Across the road from the house there is a little area of trees. . .and I mentioned to her that I had only ever been over there one time.
“Oh really? I used to play over there all the time with my brothers and sisters. We used to sneak matches from the house and make a little fire.” She laughed. “We would get a cast iron pan and one egg and we would fry the egg and eat it.”
“Mom said later on that she always knew what we were up to. But she let us do it.”
I don’t know why but that one little bit of information about my child-mom and her young siblings went straight into my heart. I loved that little story. Perhaps it’s because I have a little band of children of my own now and I can watch them, and smile at their childhood pleasures.
I want my children to grow up and tell their families fun stories about their childhood.
I guess that’s the reason why we celebrated our dog’s first birthday yesterday with a raw turkey cake.
Yes, a raw turkey cake.
I went to the store with the children and we bought 2 packages of ground turkey. (buy 1, get 1 free). We bought a tub of store bought icing, and a balloon. On the way out of the store I whipped out a quarter and bought a handful of dog-bone candies from a gumball machine.
Jacob formed the “cake” on a cookie sheet and they all stood on chairs around the table and frosted it thick with frosting, while I squealed at the ones who tried to lick frosting off their knives after putting them on raw turkey meat. Then we sprinkled on the dog bones and inserted one blue candle (that we did not light).
Out the door we went, into the bright sun, like a procession, down to Parker’s dog house. He was standing and watching us, with his ears up. Like, “What in the world is going on?”
I carried a bow and my camera.
Jake carried the cake.
Ethan carried the balloon.
We were all skipping. It just couldn’t happen fast enough.
We gave him his balloon and sang “Happy Birthday”. I put the bow on his head. He shook it off in no time.
Then we all squatted around and watched him eat his cake. I think we used a bit too much frosting because he had to stop once in a while to smack his lips. He didn’t like the candies and he gently put them back down on the grass. We had to throw them in the pond to keep Caleb from getting them.
This was one birthday cake that we didn’t want to share.
So we had ice cream cones.
So Happy Birthday, you silly dog. Thanks for giving me another opportunity to have a special time with my little ones. I think they will probably always remember making you your raw turkey cake.
And if they don’t, I know I sure will.





























































