Birthdays are a big deal around the Seymour household, for one reason and one reason only: cake. Fortunately, all four of us equally revere cake. So today I decided to indoctrinate Danny one step further by allowing him to help me bake Tim's cake. And he LOVED it. Of late, he has been very interested in helping in the kitchen - his non-vegetable consuming self even cheerfully helped me prepare broccoli slaw today. But nothing compared to the mixing of the cake. The only problem was that we made it at 8 a.m., leaving him approximately 11 hours to then ask me repeatedly, "Is it time for cake?"
Impatience notwithstanding, we had a very sweet family celebration for Tim's birthday. It has been a busy week for him at work, so he appreciated having this evening set aside to spend with the kids in our traditional Friday mode of make-your-own pizza and movie (except we watched American Idol instead, which was pretty hilarious in that it prompted a lot of dancing from the kids). While waiting for pizzas to cool, Tim opened his gifts, among which were a "My Dad and Me" painting by Clare, a new t-shirt from Danny, and non-drugstore procured sunglasses from me. What more can a now-35(gasp)-year-old ask for?
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