First of all, Happy Birthday to my Britton! The big 32. A Pioneer Woman chocolate sheet cake awaits you, my love.
Speaking of birthdays...
On the morning of his birthday, Miles gets pancakes with candles and sprinkles.
Speaking of birthdays...
On the morning of his birthday, Miles gets pancakes with candles and sprinkles.
We sing the little birthday diddy.
He blows out his candles and chows.
So does little sister.
Have you ever tried to explain to an almost two year old that she doesn't get sprinkles because it's not her birthday?
Me either.
WARNING: Don't turn your back on the overly-excited-finally-four-year-old or he'll dump out ALL the sprinkles in his birthday stupor.
He also got to open a couple of exciting little presents from his folks.
How exciting it must be to get the two trains that you've told EVERYONE about since Christmas day, when you saw them on the little insert that came with the trains you had been asking for since your last birthday, when you saw them on the little insert that came with the trains from that day. This is a super vicious cycle as you can see. Those folks at Thomas the Tank Engine & Co. really know what they're doing.
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