HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAIGE!!!!

October 8th, 2016. For some, just a normal day. But for a certain freckled fashionista, it was the biggest day of her life. She was turning 10. And that was a huge deal. Finally, double digits! She would be able to ride more rollercoasters at the amusement park, she would no longer have to order from kids menus at restaurants, and, best of all, she got to spend the whole day doing whatever she wanted.

At the table waiting for her, were her loving pancakes sisters and a stack of sisters pancakes.  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” They shouted as soon as she walked in. “I made you pancakes!” Brooke grinned proudly.

Saige felt like a princess as she wolfed down the special treat.”Thanks, guys!” She smiled. Brooke gave Ruthie a knowing glance, then murmured something in her ear. Saige didn’t catch what Brooke had said, but Ruthie grinned as if she knew something. Brooke ran into the next room, leaving Ruthie and a very confused Saige standing by the table. Ruthie slung her arm around Saige’s shoulders.

“Okay, birthday girl….close your eyes.”

Puzzled, Saige did as she asked and Ruthie led her over to the room that Brooke had run into.

Then Ruthie left Saige’s side.

“Okay… open your eyes in 1….2…3!”

 

Saige’s turquoise eyes flew open.

She couldn’t believe what she saw.
Her amazingly sneaky sisters had created a beautiful banner, and on the side lay a pile of presents.
“Awww! You guys did all this for me?!”
Brooke and Ruthie nodded happily. “Mm-hm! You like it?”
“No…” I said. Their faces fell. “I love it!” I exclaimed!! Ruthie lightly shoved me and I giggled. “Seriously, thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!!”
Saige sat and cuddled Honey and Praline as Brooke, rather excitedly (and sheepishly) tattled Ruthie had burned the cake the first time they made it.
“But it finally came out all right…” Ruthie smiled and handed Saige a plate. 
Saige’s mouth watered, but suddenly she frowned. “Um, thanks guys…” She said. Brooke laughed. “Chill, girl. There’s more cake in the fridge. We just figured it was kind of pointless to cut a huge cake when there’s only 3 of us.” Saige rolled her eyes. “I didn’t mean…” Ruthie chuckled. “Yes, you did, Saige. We know you way too well, am I right?”
The girls sat and talked for a bit, when Brooke suddenly got up.

She came back a few minutes later, stashed something behind her back, and Saige peeked at her. “What’ve you got there?” She asked. “Nothing…” Brooke tried to keep a straight face but failed. (epically) She and Ruthie each handed their sister a carefully wrapped gift.

Saige painstakingly undid the ribbon from a long, thin, pink package.

 

Between the layers of tissue paper lay…
“NO way! That super cool curling iron?!”
Brooke smiled. “Yup. Just for you, gorgeous.”
Ruthie muttered under her breath, “Only ’cause I don’t know how to use it and Brooke’s hair is flatter than a pancake.” The girls laughed out loud.
 Next, Saige shook the white & pink present to try & figure out what was inside.
“OH MY GOD!!!” She shrieked. ” A VIDEO GAME CONSOLE?!”
Now it was Ruthie’s turn to smile. “Uh-huh. There’s another controller in the basement, and it’s all set up. Welcome to your Xbox, Saige.”
Saige squealed with happiness. “You guys are the best.” She said as she tackled Brooke with a hug.

Soon the cake was gone, presents were unwrapped, and the girls had had their fill of cake fun for the day…Or had they?
Saige finally broke the silence and said, “I’m going to try out that curling iron. What do you say, sistahs?” They once again burst out laughing.

Ruthie nudged Brooke and both of them gasped as Saige made her way toward them.

Her hair hung in soft beachy waves. Not quite ringlets, but not messy either.
Brooke grabbed the camera, gestured for Saige to stand by the birthday banner, and focused the camera on her sister. The flash went off and Brooke examined the picture. She flashed a thumbs-up sign at Ruthie and Saige as the birthday girl wondered what on earth she’d done to have such adoring sisters.
What a perfect birthday it had been.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAIGIE!!!♥♥


Love,

Saige
Ruthie 🙂
Brookie Cookie 
and, Rutvi ♥
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Bonjour Madamoiselle . Nourris Moi.

Zat eez French for Hello, Madamoiselle. Feed Me. In this photostory, Brooke encounters some very picky food critics who are never satisfied.


Brooke ran about the house, straightening the curtains and nervously biting her fingernails. Some very important guests were about to arrive, and she had to impress them. The doorbell rang and she rushed to get it. Glancing around to make sure the house was spotless, with not a trace of her sister’s messes in sight, she took a deep breath and twisted the handle.

But no one was standing there.

She fumed. She was expecting fancy guests and some kid had decided to ding-dong-ditch her. Rude. Just rude. Disappointed, she pushed the door back in place.

Until someone said, “Look down, Madamoiselle.”

There on her doorstep, were two French…animals? The cat wore a pink beret and the dog sported a bushy mustache.

“You two are adorable!” She laughed. “But Halloween isn’t for a few months. Now, where’s your owner?”

“You see, madam, ve are zee critiques. Ve are here to assess your cooking abilities. So eef you vould kindly let us in, ve shall begin.”

“Um. Okay…sorry, make yourselves at home.” Brooke smiled.

Soon they were settled in, and she squealed to herself. “It’s happening! It’s really happening!”

First she skinned the carrots-

Then she slid a plate in front of the French golden doodle and tabby.
“Vell, is zees main course?” Monsieur Honey asked. “No, sir, it is appetizer.” Brooke informed him.
“I do not like it.” Madame Praline chimed in bluntly. Monsieur Honey agreed. “Oui.”
“Well, maybe you’ll like the main course.” I said confidently.
“Ve shall see.”


I left the critics waiting as I heated up my signature pasta and pizza dish. I flounced into the room ten minutes later carrying two piping-hot plates.
“Very eeenteresting..yes, I do believe I’ll enjoy zees.” I bit my lip to keep the “YES!” from slipping out. Then, Monsieur Honey, the proper, fancy, frenchman, did something I didn’t know he could do.  He dove his muzzle into the pizza. 
Brooke didn’t know if he could eat through his moustache, but he finished it so fast, even Madame Praline stared in shock. “Mm-mm. Oui, zees eez deleecious.” His utensils remained untouched.
The cat took a dainty bite of pasta. “Veery good. Trés bon. Zee flavor is nice- wheech spices did you use?”
Chef Brooke rattled off a list. “Pepper, oregano…..”
“But zere eez one problem…zere eez too leetle sauce so zee noodles are veery dry.”
“Ah.” Brooke nodded.

“Ah, dessert, my favorite part of zee meal.”

Madame Praline chuckled.
Brooke was still preparing the food.
Soon she brought out a large plate, on top of which sat a glorious chocolate cake. And then I remembered. Monsieur Honey would not like me very much if he ate it. He could be hospitalized, er vetrinarian-ized? Madame Praline saw the problem right away. “He cannot eat zat. Chocolate gives him problems.”
I understood. “Well, I can bring you some bread….”
Monsieur Honey was outraged.
“Bread? Dessert? Zees seemply vill not do! Vat do you theenk I am, a dog?”
“Uh, yes.”
“NO! Sveet food eez dessert. Not bread.”
The animal’s laughter followed me into the kitchen. 
An hour later, they were enjoying  criticizing the pie Brooke had made.
“Sveet, but not good. Eet eez not appetizing.”
She facepalmed. Now it was time for the final results.
She wiped her hands on her apron nervously. Her sweaty palms were minced with the scent of oregano and basil.
 
Madame Praline purred. “Your food eez quite good, you have potential for somevone as young as you. Keep cooking and one day you vill vin a cooking show.” With that, she settled her beret back on her ears.
Brooke smiled. “And you, Monsieur Honey?”
He was silent for a moment, then finally said, “I liked zee pizza. Nice vork.”
She said her thank-yous and goodbyes, and closed the door. The second the critic’s limousine pulled away, Brooke jumped on top of the piano and started dancing.
Ruthie came running. “Who is making that awful sound? Is a chicken dying over there? Oh, nevermind….SAIGE! I TOLD you to practice your guitar in the basement!!!”

HAHAHAHA…..

this was so fun to make. My favorite line was-
“Bread? Dessert? Zees seemply vill not do! Vat do you theenk I am, a dog?”
XD LOLOLOLOL
Okay, I’ve gotta run. Bye!

A HORSE?!

OMG GUYS I’M DYING.

DYING.

STILL DYING.

STILL DYING.

MY PARENTS GOT ME AN AG HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG, I don’t even know what to say. THANK YOU! Thankyouthankyouthankyou Mom and Dad! ❤ Love you!

I’ve wanted a horse for Saige forever, and know I am SO, SO, SO happy to say that I finally have one!! This was such a huge surprise and I love it sooo much! Do you guys have any name suggestions? Comment them!

What’s that, Saige? Of course I can show them the pictures! DSC04012DSC04017DSC04018 ♥ Look at that face! It’s so sweet!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m really excited XDDSC04019DSC04021DSC04022DSC04024Good horse!DSC04025DSC04027How’s that for a new profile pic? 😉DSC04028DSC04029I’m still flipping out. I mean, a HORSE! Yay! Saige is beyond excited and I was super impatient to get her/him out of the box, because it had like a million things holding it in place. I guess it’s ok, though, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it! A million thank yous to my parents for such a wonderful surprise!

I’m so excited to have this horse in our ‘neigh’borhood!! XD

See ya!

 

Do you have or want any AG horses?

~Rutvi ❤