Heck, he is already on the way to being a big brother in January.
What's next? College?
A few weeks ago I went to Hendershot Farms in PA to celebrate Sam's birthday with both Matt and Sara's families. It was great to see all of them, especially some folks that I haven't seen since the wedding.
I was afraid to ask exactly what was on the ingredient list for the cowpies, but they were super yummy.
Instead of a big cake there were three different kinds of cupcakes and a little smash cake.
And of course there was the birthday pig full of fruit salad in his custom built cutting board corral.
You've never had a birthday pig full of fruit salad?
Then you, my friend, have never lived.
Matt's brother, Chris, designed and carved Mr. Pig.
Speaking of fruit... you know who loves fruit?
The birthday boy.
It was a beautiful day, though a bit hot, so after eating we all moved outside under the shade trees.
|With daddy, mommy and pops (Matt's dad)|
Ummmm... have you met me?
I am very sad that there isn't a picture of me riding behind a rather pregnant Tiffany as she took me through the fields and hills of the 400 acres. It was my first time on an ATV and I think I need one.
When we got back the Hillegass boys started taking turns and then taking the kids for rides.
And of course we had to get back to the serious business of birthdaying.
I think he would have been happier with a fork.
In fact, he was really enjoying the lemon pudding when suddenly he hit messy critical mass; looking down at his cake/pudding encased hands he gave Sara a little whimper with save me from the stickiness in his eyes.
-besides seeing people I love- was when the baby drums were opened.
His parents have already taught him to hit things rhythmically when they say Drum Sammy so this is the next logical step.
He'll be on Matt's slightly more expensive DW kit in no time.
As the day wound down and people started to load up the cars for their drives home,
Matt got everyone party favors:
corn picked right from the stalk.
To say that it was fabulous to eat corn that was only a few hours from the field is an understatement.
It was the perfect end to a farm party.