Molly's birthday. Her 17th. How did this happen? It feels like just yesterday that Pidge and I were touring a brewery in Germany on Molly's first birthday (isn't that what every one year old MOST wants to do?).
There is no more lovely 17 year old anywhere, I promise. She is the best. Quantifiably so.
On her birthday morning, she played hooky and Lukey (who had a pro-d day) and I went down to Granville Island for some breakfast and chai lattes.
We also peppered Moll with gifts throughout the day. One of her very first was the exercise ball chair that we found on our way home from dropping her off at school. Lukey and I were driving home and spotted it outside on the curb with a "free" sign. Awesome!! He snagged it and we wiped it off at home and put it in her room to surprise her.
Her very own street ball seat. She loved it...until she found out it was abandoned on the road. I am not sure it was her very favourite gift. It certainly made us laugh.
These were the pictures Finny picked to celebrate her sister's birthday on Instagram:
Meanwhile, it was onwards with Thanksgiving weekend. Saturday Lukey umped his very first game from the plate. He came back with $30 and the new knowledge that umping isn't as easy as he thought. And a little scarier...he trusts his own glove as a catcher a little bit more than he does some kid he's never laid eyes on before.
So, we will see if it makes him any more patient a batter...no more ump hate?
Does it get any cuter than this...?