Let's see, it's January 15th. That means that our very own BMW (Brooklyn McCall Wheeler) has been eleven for nearly a month. Time to record the celebration!
our happy lasagna dinner, complete with smiles from NomiAnn and Papa
Kay, may look like perfection, it certainly didn't begin that way! When
I went to take dinner out of the oven, the tray folded, sending sauce
though we were hungry, we certainly weren't desperate enough to scrape
the fallen morsels off the oven door. We had enough to dish up modest
portions, but it still seemed like the lasagna should have fed more. I
couldn't figure out what had happened to the rest of
the meal until I opened the bottom oven drawer. Surprise! Okay, so
that surprise may not have been so happy, but I have a remarkable
husband who did an amazing job cleaning out the oven until it gleamed,
and that is awesome.
After dinner, Brooklyn had to follow the string maze her siblings created in order to find her presents.
The yarn wound up two flights of stairs...
taking her back down three flights to the packages waiting in the
basement. Check out her beautiful necklace (thanks to Grandma and
Grandpa Wheeler) and stylish new earmuffs (thanks to chilly Nebraska
of course, was her usual goofball self, trying hard to steal the show.
Looks like all the stretching in gymnastics has been paying off.
I guess Deseret Book has its own papal authority.
Thanks heavens the birthday cake turned out better than the lasagna.
carrot cake is quite literally to die for. Eat it more than once every
couple years and you very well might keel over. Tasty, but
birthday, sweet girl! Every once in a while I wish I could turn back the
clock and erase a 1 from that cake, just to cradle you once more. But
then I remember how beautiful and confident you grow each day, and
wouldn't change a thing.
Brooklyn's special birthday activity, she requested that the entire
family take a trip to the Lincoln Children's Museum. I love how even at
eleven, her idea of a great time involves siblings and a whole lot of
creative play. Plus, where else could we measure her achievements in
hard hats and dump truck tires?
27,669=Talia's weight in nails. Whodathunk?
Eli supervises with his gap-toothed smile...
...while Santa Jason sketches.
We may have a large family, but this mega-chair is definitely larger.
Last but not least, an original production starring King Eli knighting our valiant Brooklyn.
Annika, of course, was either a dragon or anachronistic dinosaur--you decide.
I add a few positive words to your birthday posts every year, I want you to know that this year your Dad and I are
particularly proud of your tremendous growth, both inside and
out. Not only are you nearly as tall as your mama, but you've grow in
love and generosity. We are so proud of the tremendous effort you are
putting into school as a fifth grader. Your projects have
been innovative and creative, whether crafting pheasant traps out of
rubber cement or starring in how-to-make-no-bake-cookies videos. You've
shown determination and stick-to-it-ive-ness through some really
challenging tasks, like reading Animals in Translation, or more
recently, learning how to butterfly in swim lessons. You've shown
patience and kindness toward your siblings in moments when it would have
been easy to be frustrated and angry. Even more, in moments when
you've messed up (like we all do), you've had the maturity to say I'm
Sorry. We know you have a busy schedule with lots on your plate, and we
appreciate the focus and priority you place on God and family. We love
you Brooklyn, and will always be here for you. Happy Birthday!