But, we humor her. We make a cake, and sing Happy Birthday, and give her presents.
Hello Mystery Date! Mike finds the coolest gifts. Such a bummer when you are all dressed in your evening gown only to have your date show up in his bowling attire. (Imagine!) . . . Of course, even that is preferable to the misery of the DUD showing up on your doorstep! . . . I have no idea what attitudes this game might be teaching them, but no matter. It’s fun . . . and it’s cool because, you know, it’s retro.
Here our little spring-time girl is with her sisters a few days after Easter (when I forced them back into their Easter dresses to make up for a lack of picture-taking time on the actual holiday).
Wait a minute. Those last two pictures are not the birthday girl. Somehow Goldie snuck in.
Anders was among the weeders, but I don’t know that we can technically call what he was doing “yard work”. We might better call it “breaking side-walk chalk and throwing it to the chickens to eat.” Yes. That might be a better thing to call it.