Friday, June 17
The arrival of house guests: Susan's sister Cassie and her two kids, Davis (two years old) and Marly (three months old--and my soon-to-be goddaughter)!
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Davis needed sunglasses for the car ride. Clever style of wearing them! |
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Abigail and I were delighted to meet Marly Sue! |
Saturday, June 18
A day-early Father's Day celebration in the morning (because Hillary's birthday is tomorrow, too, and we didn't want her to have to share "her day" with me), and a
Sankthansaften celebration (
recall?) with our Sons of Norway lodge in the afternoon at
Lake Ilo, along with the arrival of another house guest: Susan and Cassie's brother Jerrett.
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Although opening my Father's Day gifts, I was already in the spirit of Sankthansaften in my Norwegian flag shirt. |
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Abigail was only too happy to hold Davis during the gift opening. |
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And Hillary felt the same about Marly. |
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Susan made two dishes to contribute to the Sankthansaften potluck. One was a platter of laks smørbrød: smoked slmon open-faced sandwiches on pumpernickel with chive, dill, cucumber, radish, red onion, capers, and parsley. |
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The other dish was bløtkake: white layer cake made from scratch, soaked in strawberry syrup, frosted with real whipped cream, and topped with strawberries. |
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The picnic area at Lake Ilo made for a beautiful spot for our Scandinavian Midsummer bonfire and potluck meal. |
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We played kubb, an old Viking game that involves throwing sticks to knock down wooden pins for points. Here's an action shot featuring Hillary and Abigail. |
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A couple lodge members got the bonfire going. |
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Suzanna took Davis out to look at the lake. (He wasn't so much into playing kubb.) |
Sunday, June 19
Hillary's 10th birthday!
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Her day started with gifts in the morning. This was a homemade card from her sisters; in it, they wrote personalized notes so sweet that reading them aloud made Hillary cry! |
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Daddy and his little girlies! |
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For her birthday supper, Hillary requested a meal at Sanford's Grub and Pub. Here's our whole fam: Abigail, Suzanna, Susan, I, and Hillary. |
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Davis loves his "Unka Kevin." |
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The enormous chocolate chip cookie that the restaurant gave Hillary for a birthday dessert. |
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Marly just barely got here, and already she's sad about the prospect of having to leave again! |
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I think Davis is un-amused at having to model the tiara. And rightly so. |
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Susan's dad, Roger, holding his granddaughter Marly |
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Time for some birthday cake, baked and frosted by Susan. |
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The obligatory pose with the birthday cake. Happy 10th birthday, sweet Hillary! |
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Marly's excited . . . she thinks she's going to get a piece of that cake! |
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