Yesterday was my birthday - number 32. We have a fun tradition we've started in our family - Jeremy started it last year on my birthday. He got the table cloth and party hats and balloons and set it up in the morning. Then he came in my room with the plastic princess tiara and wand and the boys told me that I was a princess. We went out the decorated table and had birthday cake for breakfast. The kids loved it so much that we did it on their birthdays. Now they think that it isn't a birthday unless you've had cake for breakfast. It's a fun way to start the day, but maybe not so nutritious. So this year I made muffins and then frosted them - to kids that is a cupcake - it looks like one, and it still has the most important part - the frosting.Becca joined in on the fun early and assumed her normal favorite spot on top of the table. The table cloth got rearranged a few times until I got her strapped in her high chair.
Charlie refused to smile - I can't remember why, but I do remember Jeremy asking him if he would smile and Charlie said "no".
The fun thing with doing cupcakes is that everyone gets one to blow out. Right after this picture was taken I put one cupcake in front of each of the kids so they could blow it out. I remember when I was a kid and my little brother Mike always had to blow out the candles, no matter whose birthday it was. So the candles would get lit one time for the birthday person and then re-lit for Mike to have a turn. This way - with cupcakes everyone gets a turn at the same time.
Becca loved the frosting. After she had licked it all off she wanted another cupcake.
The boys wanted to get me a dog for my birthday - they were sure that would be the best present ever. I assured them I did not want a dog. Jeremy was trying to appease the boys so he bought this birthday card that had a picture of a dog. Tom carried that card around all day.
This is Charlie's stuffed animal, Sasha (Charlie and Tom call him Tasha). Charlie decided that it was Sasha's birthday too and that Sasha was turning 6 years old. He made me give a cupcake for Sasha to blow out. Happy Birthday Sasha. ( If we were actually counting from when we got Sasha she is actually 9. I say she, because when Jeremy and I bought her at Costco I thought she was a girl bear and named her Sasha. When Charlie was two or three he took over on Sasha and called it a he and calls him Tasha. I still call it Sasha, which is a Russian name that is a boys name and a girls name. Poor Sasha, I hope he/she isn't too confused.)