I suppose that is the way of mothers, to be sentimental about their children.
This year he chose to go to a comic convention here in town, instead of having friends over.
He went with his friend Zach, who is also interested in comics, it was a simple solution to what to do for the kid's birthday. I feel like he is much loved and celebrated everyday, so I am not terribly worried about not doing a big party. I am making dinner for just us, and we will eat a lot of cake and call it good.
|Maxwell on his birthday and as a five year old in the photo|
|He asks for the same cake every year.|
|This year he wants the Swedish dinner, the meatballs, noodles, stuffed eggs, bay shrimp, salad, beets. He is easy.|
|Rolf left for Germany on Monday, on Sunday he said "why don't we cook something?" So we did. He made his mashed potatoes and I pretended not to notice the amount of butter he added.|
|I made stuffed mushrooms with shallots.|
|And this handsome spargel|
|The buttery, buttery potatoes|
|Freyja played with her goat and stayed out of the way|
|And helped me make this giant apple pie, and an apple crisp. There was a LOT of pastry.|