Last night we had a spaghetti-and-brownie-birthday-cake party for Steve's birthday. My mom made her usual wonderful spaghetti for dinner. And as for the cake, she whipped that up too, complete with festive green sprinkles and the obligatory number candles, which are in constant rotation in our family (especially that 3).
The decorated cake
Matt waiting for the festivities
Mom looking dizzy
Singing to Steve while Stephi looks on
Me smiling at all the teasing and goofiness
Yum, brownie cake!
A caged and indignant Otto, barking along to "Happy Birthday"
Dad couldn't wait for me to take a proper picture and immediately started in on his slice, tongue hanging out, fork flashing and cake a-rollin'.
It was a lot of fun, and I needed the laughs and the relaxation. Talk centered around the boys' upcoming ice fishing trip and Otto's usual round of obnoxious "crotch surfing" at the table. Good times, good times.