Yesterday we stopped over at my parents' house yet again for a January birthday party, this time a belated one for Pete. We all dined on stir fry and French bread, and a cherry filled-cake was served up for his birthday.
Pete's cake, complete with the ever-present number candles
Pete, Steve, Stephi, Matt, dad, mom, and I all sang happy birthday to a bashful Pete
A card and some sweets for my sweet
The goofy card I gave to Pete, complete with a cartoon animal couple, in honor of my parents' preference for such cards over the years
Otto contained in his cage, eating a piece of cake after barking along to "Happy Birthday"
That's the last birthday we're celebrating in my family until springtime, although Pete has some birthdays in his family coming up (his mom's is in February). But at least we can breathe a sigh of relief for the January onslaught, although we'll be celebrating AGAIN this Sunday for all the birthdays as a sort of recap. Yeah, we're weird like that.