At the beginning of July, we had family over for brunch (YUM)
to celebrate the big day.



Mommy, you should know better. Didn't work with my sister either.
(Not to worry; hat has now been tossed and will never emotionally scar a child again)

"Mommy, you RUINED my birthday party."

"Oh. What's this?"
(Drama soon forgotten.)

"hmmmm..."

She kind of kept looking at us as if to say,
"Are you really going to let me do this?!"

Present time

Post-party sugar high

Good times