Friday, July 6 was my Fifth birthday. I fully expected major changes, like waking up having lost a tooth or something. Instead, I woke up to find that my newest character obsessions: the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, had visited my room, and decorated my door.
I thought my Birthday Pancake looked like an Aborigine.
We actually stretched my day out over the weekend, and didn't get around to making a cake until Sunday. I got to lick the beaters, so it was all good.
Then, we had a family (floor) Cake Picnic.
The best kind, in my opinion.
End Result: It feels good to be FIVE!
