St. Patrick’s Day is the non-Irish man of our home’s birthday. That’s right. It’s Nathan’s birthday. We are going to pretend we’re hearty Irish and eat corned beef, cabbage, potatoes along with plenty of sides of green foods on St. Patrick’s Day. I even took a little vacation time to make sure I could pull off some Irish cooking. My late Grandma Dorothy used to tell me about her Irish grandma. I hope they are smiling down on me and my 1/16 Irish slice of heritage during my short and tiny attempt to cook authentically.
Tonight we had more of traditional birthday party with Nathan’s parents. The series of pictures I attempted to take of the kids with their daddy are classics.
Note Hunter’s consistent smile while Daddy wrestled the girls.
Take One.
Take Two.
Take Three.
Take Four.
At this point, Hunter throws in the towel. Photo shoot is over.
Time for cake.
Homemade chocolate cake made by Nana with peppermint filling
Before cake, we feasted on grilled t-bone steaks at Nana and Grandpa’s house. It’s March. We grill in snowbanks. Maybe it will push Spring along to arrive sooner on the prairie.
Hunter devoured his hunk of beef along with potatoes, bread, fruit salad and a big glass of milk. Miss E ate her own steak and plate full of food too. Impressive. Miss A was satisfied to share a few bites of mine but ate most of the fruit salad.
Nathan.
He’s quite a daddy…and a husband…and a friend, brother, brother-in-law, son, son-in-law that is a detailed, hardworking, committed and compassionate man. I was reminded by my friend Jennie this week that it was 5 years ago this week Nathan asked me to marry him. What a whirlwind since then and yet I wouldn’t change a moment of it. I am so lucky…and that’s not the luck of the Irish.
Tonight, Miss E helped me great ready for our St. Patrick’s Day Birthday Extravaganza that we’ll host, complete with green cupcakes.
But now a look back at birthdays past…
I know Nathan never thought as a child that we would be spending his adult birthdays in the same house he grew up in but last night I couldn’t help but be nostalgic and thankful. Our kids go to Nana and Grandpa’s house to celebrate Daddy’s birthday and eat the same chocolate cake (only not shaped like a cake as in an above picture) that their daddy’s mom made him as a child. Quite special for kids and adults the same…whether any of us pause enough to think of it or not. It’s a cherished memory we can always reflect on later in life.
Happy Birthday to my husband and the Daddy of our home. And thanks for making us so lucky with your St. Patrick’s Day birthday!
Wishing Nathan a very happy birthday! Looks like you had a very festive, multi-generational party happening on the prairie! P.S. LOVE that Hunter’s smile doesn’t even change until that final photo:)
What fun to carry on family traditions. Your son is a trooper with the girls! Happy birthday to your hubby, and those steaks looked so YUM!
Love the documenting of the photo shoot; good try guys! Grilling in the snow? Yeah, I’ve done that. Happy Birthday Nathan. Hoping spring arrives soon to you all!
Great post! Happy birthday to your wonderful man! Your son is just too cute against those wiggly girls!