So, like I was saying in yesterday’s very important and explanatory post, on a Tuesday afternoon in early June, Rebekah’s siblings and a handful of beloved cousins departed to a remote and mysterious location, laying down a trail of flowers for her to follow to her picnic party.
Here they are again, in case you forgot how cute they looked. Please excuse my daddy’s ugly trackhoe…and backhoe…and tractor…in the background. They were NOT invited to the party, but they came anyway.
About fifteen minutes later, my husband and I gave Rebekah her basket and informed her, with great melodrama and gravitas, that there was a trail of flowers for her to collect that would lead her to her party. Once every flower was picked up, not only would she be at her surprise you-know-what (pssst! “picnic”), she would be a “big girl”.
Daggnabit, I’m ’bout to cry again.
Stop looking at me. Here. Look at these pictures instead.
“The Flower Path to Girlhood”. I might have to frame this one.
Gasp! I see a picnic up ahead!
Now, before I show you the rest of our celebration, I’ll show you some pics Amy took of the party set-up before the guests arrived. To have a “Nanny McPhee” inspired picnic, all you really need is a wheat field, some quilts, some baskets, some potted plants, a miniature picnic table, a lot of food, some old furniture, some metal chairs and a thousand antique dishes. That’s all. But especially the wheat field.
Our menu included fried chicken, biscuits, little mason jars of fruit salad, a basket of Gala apples (Rebekah’s favorite), chocolate pie, miniature apple, strawberry and blackberry pies, and homemade ice cream.
To wet our whistles, we had lemonade, sweet tea and a little pitcher of water with sliced strawberries.
Now, a word on these fantastic little drinking vessels. I noticed some very similar to these in the Nanny McPhee Returns movie, and, just happening to have a giftcard burning a hole in my purse, I went posthaste to Anthropologie to buy some of my own. Fortuitously, these glasses in my cabinets will now serve two purposes, 1. to hold thirst-quenching liquids and 2. to remind me of the day my 5-year old became a “big girl”. Oh, great. Now I’m going to cry again. Good thing I have these gorgeous glasses to catch my tears. (Click on the photo to find these glasses at Anthropologie!)
This is skipping ahead a little, but speaking of drinks, I really liked the contraption my mom came up with the pour the tea into some glass bottles we brought along…
it’s not every day that you find a lady with an antique enamel funnel laying around.
Now, a series of food pictures. A bucket o’ glasses o’ fruit salad!
apples!
fried chicken!
biscuits!
pies!
pies with hearts in the middle?! (Nice touch, mama).
But, enough with the still-lifes. Let’s get back to the party! The flowers had all been collected…
and it was time to par-tay.
Now I have to interrupt this series of party pictures for a funny announcement. See this little boy eating an apple?
This one right here?
He’s about to lose a tooth.
Ta-da!
But wait, that’s not all! A couple of minutes later, Gideon’s cousin, Anna, ALSO lost a tooth!
It must have been all those apples.
In a funny twist, the apples that helped the big kids lose their teeth brought relief to Baby Shepherd who is GROWING teeth. Apples are hilarious!
And, while we’re on the subject of apples, here’s my nephew, Abel, enjoying one, too…
But, enough about them apples. Back to the party!
After everyone had eaten to their belly’s content, we brought out the pie, Rebekah’s favorite, Grandmother’s chocolate meringue pie. This also happens to be MY favorite pie, so thank you, Rebekah. (And thank you, Grandmother!!)
I think this next picture is funny because I was so beside myself as we lit the candles, thinking that Rebekah was probably also beside herself with excitement, when actually she was, you know, yawning and messing with her dress. Birthdays schmirthdays.
Now, may I interrupt this party to tell you a little story about the stuffed piggies who attended our party? The following is from a Facebook status I shared back in June:
“A birthday story…
For Christmas, I impulsively bought a little stuffed pig for Rebekah’s stocking that was at the check-out counter at Pottery Barn Kids. It was on sale, and it was just sitting there looking at me, and Rebekah has this thing for pigs, so…I snatched it up and gave it to her for Christmas.
It turned out to be her favorite gift, and the two have been inseparable. She named her “Oinky” and it is the first thing she wants when she is sad. She LOVES that little piggy!
Last week, Rebekah’s Sunday School teacher approached me and told me that, when she asked her what she’d like for her birthday, Rebekah answered “a mama for Oinky so she’ll have someone to take care of her when I’m gone”.
Long story kind of short, we started looking, and there just so happened to be a mama-sized Oinky available at Amazon. We ordered it, and when Rebekah arrived at her class this morning, it was hiding in a birthday giftbag for her from Miss Linda.
When Rebekah pulled that big ol’ pig out of the bag, her face went through three levels of surprise before she could get a word out! “A mama for Oinky!!” she squealed (NOT like a pig). “I have to show her!!”
Together, we ran to the pew outside her Papa’s office where Oinky was hanging out with Baby Shep in his carseat.
I hid Oinky behind my back.
She hid “Piggy” (aka mama pig) behind her back…
“One…two…three…” we said, and we pulled the piggies out of hiding so they could meet.
I have to say, it was a pretty precious reunion.
Did they hug?
No.
Kiss?
No.
Rebekah grabbed Oinky and immediately settled him in to nurse.
Which, after having four little piglets of my own, is pretty much exactly how those first meetings go.”
All that to say, it was such a joy to have both Piggy and Oinky at our party. They were our honored guests!
And the rest of our evening was spent just running around, snacking, playing, laughing, eating homemade ice cream, and getting bit by ticks. Simple, country fun, the best there is, and I am so happy that Amy and her kids could be in town on this beautiful afternoon to celebrate with us.
As the peaceful evening wrapped to a close, Rebekah mozied back to the house with her basketful of flowers in her hand and a memorable rite-of-passage evening in her heart.
She was a big girl now, and I could finally go to sleep that night feeling that the occasion had been appropriately memorialized.
Happy Birthday, Rebekah Sunday! May your “beautiful girlhood” be as lovely as your golden hair, your Nanny-McPhee-Returns-inspired picnic and your favorite pink dress. Now quit makin’ me cry, you little stinker! You’re not allowed to turn 5, ever again, and that’s an order.
Most adorable children, most adorable pictures, most adorable concept…EVER!
I love all of it! Reading through your post was like going on a vacation 🙂
Oh. My. Goodness.
Wow. Those photos are so amazing I want to have them on my wall, and they’re not even my family!!
What an amazing Mamma to have done that for her.
(And I LOVED the story of Piggy and Oinky meeting!! )
Thank you so much for sharing.
This is amazin’!! Also, I want to eat fried chicken right now.
Love that!
I love all the gorgeous vintage style. What a lovely, precious picnic. 🙂
Dr. Pepper cake in glass Mason jars: http://growingupgabel.com/dr-pepper-cake/. Don’t know how it tastes, but it looks good!