I am thankful that the mud and tape guy got our family and laundry rooms done on Friday. This means I get to paint for the next 2 days.
The second event of the day was Olivia's Birthday. There was a butterfly cake, presents, best friend cousin Marin and Grandma and Papa drove in from Wyoming (8 hours all night Friday)! Nonna, Jared and Courtney rounded out the family well wishers. Check out the pictures!
Luckily I have made this simple cake before (heart cake pan and cupcakes; even bought the icing in a 4 lb tub for optimal coverage) so very little swearing was involved in making it. Those of you who know me well know that the cake is the trial of my birthday celebrations. I would rather give birth again...everyone knows that's not supposed to be pretty.
Olivia only has 3 requirements for birthdays. Balloons, cake and party hats!
A very enthusiastic present opener.
Marin and Olivia donned party hats and ate cake.
As if this wasn't enough...I hosted a reunion of sorts for my old friends in my Liverpool ward. We all went to church, YM/YW and early morning seminary together. So Amy, Ranae, Laurie, and myself along with Ranae's parents got together after Olivia's party. It was a good idea a month ago to have 8 extra adults and 6 small children in my house. That was when the family room was supposed to be done! We worked around the mess and the disaster zones and had a good time seeing each other again.
2 comments:
That butterfly cake is a great idea! I'm not one for making fancy cakes, either. I may have to use your idea in the future . . .
happy 3 rd birthday Olivia going to make your p-ssy feel soooooooo good,i take off your clothes down to your knickers then just admire your gorgeous body while I rub your p-ssy outside your knickers, you love it and get all giggly and open your legs wide for me, I put my hand in your knickers and finger you mmmmmmmmmmm lovely warm, squishy, tight toddler p-ssy and you kick and squeal while I finger you good, I pull off your knickers and suck on your p-ssy making you baby orgasm, your knickers are mine to smell and now I own your p-ssy
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