We had rhubarb pie, as I foolishly made our normal birthday cake for a church function. This during birthday season! So as we were stuffed to the gills with cake, we went with pie. This happens to be one of Jonathan's (and Benjamin's and Ethan's) favorites, anyway.
(And yes, the rhubarb runneth over and now my oven bottom is covered in it.)
There's no time like the present for the . . . present. Hmmm.
And a couple from our trip to Butte last week:
A little trepidation at the slide:
But he made it.
(He does have a top lip, I assure you.)