This weekend we celebrated three birthdays: our Uncle Mike, my brother-in-law Jerry and my mom. In order to celebrate as a 4 year old would expect, you have to have a party with 31 of your closest friends, play games and make sumpin!
It's really hard to convince a 4 year old that, once you hit a certain age, you don't do that anymore. It's akin to telling her that her puppy is dead and Santa isn't real all in one day. She just wants to pretend to be a baby all the time because then you still have many birthdays ahead of you rather than being one year closer to the death. Apparently Grandma is only 24...no make that 25...no make that 48. I guess she does have some time before the big parties stop.
In order to make Grandma's birthday official, she wanted to make a cake. She picked out a chocolate cake and we got to mixing. Zoe is anti-loud noise. If there is a potential for a loud noise, she will run into her room, slam the door and wait for the blasted thing to stop. What I learned this weekend was that Zoe is really just good practice for our getting Toby. Apparently, when there is loud noises, he runs to his bed and hides too.
Fortunately he has someone in his life that totally understands. Zoe went to give him hugs to make sure he was okay.
I'm pretty sure there is nothing sweeter than seeing your child love her on her puppy so that you can lick the bowl in peace.





