My darling Charlie turned five this week.
We made a blueberry pie for his birthday. He’s going to have his fancy frosted birthday cake at his party, so he picked blueberry pie. As you can see, we still fixed it up to be awesome.
Tip: candles don’t stand up very well in a still-sort-of-warm blueberry pie, even when you poke them through the crust. Sing fast.
Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever made a blueberry pie before. If I ever have a bunch of blueberries, it’s usually cobbler or blueberry buckle around here. Still, it turned out really well. I used this recipe, and Greg went on and on about how it was the best pie crust he’d ever had. (The recipe says to brush egg over the top crust and sprinkle it with sugar. Tasty and pretty darn easy.)
We had a lot of fun, but one of my favorite surprises of the day was something we haven’t done before. The night before his birthday I blew up a ton of balloons.
Tommy and Teddy helped.
Then we tied a bunch of them across his bed and piled the rest of them on the end.
He was so surprised when he woke up, but he was grinning right away. And isn’t that what birthdays are about?