After months of desperate anxiety, Morgan finally turned 4 and promptly asked how soon she would be 4 1/2. This one cannot wait to grow up.
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| Daddy contributed the birthday donut and 4 roses |
She was so excited for her birthday party, but like every year, Erik and I bet on how many meltdowns she would have before the night was over - I think this year it was 2. She just can't seem to handle that much attention and excitement. We didn't anticipate the distraction it would be to her bladder, though, and ended up changing clothes and mopping up the bathroom right as the guests arrived. Can't wait to share that story with a future boyfriend some day.
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| The guest of honor: "Uncle" Blake back from his mission! Notice the original birthday outfit... |
I don't care if my kids want strawberry cake, princess cake, or anything else for their birthday. This is what I make every birthday, and probably will for the rest of time. If I have to make birthday cake multiple times a year, I want to love it.
She's smart, loves to read and learn, a good helper, obstinate, a trifle OCD, and has a sassy mouth. She's becoming alarmingly like me, which is probably why we butt heads all the time. Since I can't really expect that turning 4 will make her any easier or more mature, I suppose I'll have to step up and be the one to change. Darn it.
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Oh my, I HEAR you on the cake! I learned my lesson this year as I gave in to Asher's constant pleas for an Avenger themed cake, and I hired out a talented neighbor to produce such a request. In the end he ate two token bites of the cake then ran to the pile of presents and impatiently waited for the rest of us to finish up so he could open gifts. Never. Again. He's getting a candle in a simple pastry for every birthday while he's under our roof from now on.
So, some people punt on birthdays. You bundt.
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