Mike turned 45 and Mette turned 6 on their shared mid-August birthday. Mette had big plans for her birthday, enormous plans; so enormous in fact that pretty much none of them actually occurred.
But! Goldie did make Mette's requested lemon pie (the girl claims she doesn't like cake! [??]), she did get Chik-fil-A for dinner, and we did take her to the County Fair. (The fair, perhaps, can't fairly [haha] count as a proper substitute for her grand birthday plans. It was so hot that at one point she sobbed, "This is the worst birthday EVER!" [Summer, who spent her birthday a few weeks earlier throwing up, could probably argue that assertion.] But, once the present opening began, Mette seemed to forget all else, and her birthday was declared a success.)
Mike's birthday, which has taken a backseat to Mette's from the moment she demanded entrance into this world (before Mike had his own cake or presents) six years ago, was probably a success as well? He seems to have graciously accepted this backseat position anyway (or at least resigned himself to it), and he didn't complain about his chainsaw case or the German Chocolate cake we made him (or the shocking surprise of Hans being one of the "presents" someone handed him).
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HAhahaha. Going to the fair being the "worst birthday ever." Ohhh, poor girl. How could you do such a thing to her?? And I must say that, while Mike's chainsaw case is KIND of cool, I would much prefer getting that cute little BOY he appears to be unwrapping in some of the pictures. I hope you got a good deal on him!
I hate how my phone won't let me comment on these posts, so I read them and want to comment and can't. And then I don't remember to come back on the computer until a long time later, at while point I feel like…this is all ancient history. but. Anyway. Happy birthday to Mike and Mette (and Sebastian, who also probably had the worst birthday ever, even if he's learned not to say it by now. Ha!)
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