Jason just turned the big 2-7 and his only special request for his birthday weekend was a trip to the art museum. Nothing special for dinner, no gift he was yearning for, just a trip to the
Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Definitely a do-able request.
We went to Kansas City on Halloween and spent a very nice fall afternoon admiring sculptures on the museum lawn. We also caught a tour of works by American artists such as Thomas Hart Benton and George Caleb Bingham and
then explored a little on our own.
At home, we finally did something with the pumpkin we picked out from the store. It had been sitting in our garage for days and I was feeling a little sad for it. Jason and I agreed that it was too late in the day, and we were too lazy to carve something clever into the pumpkin, so we took a friend's advice and drew a Pi sign on the pumpkin. (Get it? Pumpkin Pi(e)?) It kind of represents Jason's school experience these past months.
In my limited downtime, I am crocheting a colorful ripple afghan made of yarn given to me and leftover from various projects. I think it's kind of ugly, but I still like it. Plus, when I'm finished it will keep someone warm, and I'll have room for new yarn for new projects. Yeah!
While Jason was gone to class Monday night, I baked him a birthday cake, wrapped presents and decorated the house with balloons and streamers. After I sang "Happy Birthday" and he blew out his candles, he started opening presents: Dove chocolate, a pumpkin dessert and a calendar. 
Jason just turned the big 2-7 and his only special request for his birthday weekend was a trip to the art museum. Nothing special for dinner, no gift he was yearning for, just a trip to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Definitely a do-able request.
We went to Kansas City on Halloween and spent a very nice fall afternoon admiring sculptures on the museum lawn. We also caught a tour of works by American artists such as Thomas Hart Benton and George Caleb Bingham and 
then explored a little on our own.
At home, we finally did something with the pumpkin we picked out from the store. It had been sitting in our garage for days and I was feeling a little sad for it. Jason and I agreed that it was too late in the day, and we were too lazy to carve something clever into the pumpkin, so we took a friend's advice and drew a Pi sign on the pumpkin. (Get it? Pumpkin Pi(e)?) It kind of represents Jason's school experience these past months.
