So, last weekend, I turned 35. I don’t usually do much for my birthday and, considering we just got back from a 3 week trip to Europe, I was totally fine with staying home and doing nothing. But this year, my Dad was in town and he wanted to have a birthday party. For me. With all the kids. And all the nieces and nephews. How could I say no?
We need to learn how to open our eyes for pictures.
I learned a few things about myself that night. First, I like to sing “Happy Birthday”…to myself!!
And I get really excited when it’s time to blow out the candles!
Here’s the thing, though. That cake was fake! Frosted foam. My Dad’s told me about this prank before, but I’d never experienced it. He took a piece of foam to the bakery and had them frost it just like a cake. FYI, it’s pretty difficult to cut through foam. While I waited for the real cake, I started giving out the dots to the kids.
Before I knew what happened, the kids were digging in!
Little Kennedy was taking handfuls of frosting. G and I have taught her well.
When they brought out the second cake, we had to guard it.
Two huge “cakes”…pretty impressive! George was so excited he made me put a slab of frosting from the fake cake on his piece.
What a fatso.
Happy Birthday Marni! Both cakes are beautiful, you can keep the foam one as a keepsake! Hope you had a wonderful day! xoxo