Well, my birthday games have begun. And I call them that because Aunt Shannon compared them to the Olympics. Yeah, they last about that long. Well, we have to begin somewhere...
Two nights before the big day, Big Mama and I spent hours, literally, making THE perfect cupcakes to take to school. Hey summer birthdays, aren't you so totally jealous that I get a birthday while in school? Mom says she always wished she could've taken treats to school. Voila! January is good for something!
Labor intensive...and intense!
Pink icing, of course. We also made purple. And, as if there was any other shape cupcake, they are hearts. With appropriately matched pink and purple and white and red hearts and sprinkles.
The only problem with my fantastic day? White death. Yup, that's what they call snow around here. So I didnt get to go to school on my birthday afterall...or the next day. So, we partied at home and got ready for the next event.
Manis and Pedis.
Julia and I HAD to get ready for the big week of parties...So, the day before the big day we pampered and prepared.
And of course did it all in style.
And maybe just a touch of fanfare. Heart shaped sandwiches, afterall, taste WAY better than regular jelly sandwiches (skip the pb here).
It took Princess Julia a bit of warming up. She clenched Aunt NikNik for a while. But, as we all do, she realized the amazingness (yes, that's a word) of the experience and quickly relaxed. In fact, we'll be back next month in preparation for her games.
The finished product... This is where I know my Dad is going to make some comment how my feet look like my mom (and the flintstone's-whoever they are).
Oh, and we of course invite all friends-welcome Aunt Kari, the baby unwhisperer. And Weiler is lucky enough to come to all birthday events, even the girls' only stuff.
Ahhh, gotta let 'em dry. We don't want to chip at preschool.
And then...THE PARTY! And what a party it was. These are all my friends from school. Pretty rad, don't you think?
Check out the cake! And the tiara. And the dress. And the balloon.
I was a touch specific as to which piece I wanted. And Grama Max always aims to please! Delicious!
The crew getting ready for the pinata. The safety police had a line we had to stay behind. Don't worry, we still managed one good unexpected wack in the head. Cole recovered, we continued. Oh, check the little guy in the back. That's my bro, Hayesy, he doesnt get much ink in this post.