I neglected to post pictures of my birthday dinner. At the kids' favorite place to eat: Red Robin.
Lexee attended cleverly disguised as Adult-Friendly Drinks and Ice Cold Beer. A more discreet Shilo came as Wraps, Sandwiches, and Salads.
Mauri, not yet afraid of parental paparazzi, came to the party as herself.
I came as Taylor Swift. A much, much older version.
We thought about having cake afterwards, but, per the birthday girl's wishes, chose not to.
(The whole story involves fatherly nudging of children to bake a cake, which was done hastily, producing deflated, dense angel food cake that looked more like pound cake. Did I mention that the batter seeped through the bottom of the cake pan, leaving a permeating odor of burnt sugar throughout the house, as it turned black and smoked on the floor of my newly cleaned oven? No worries, though. Bill re-cleaned the oven, then carefully, so as not to damage my thrift-store angel-food cake pan, pried apart the bottom of the pan, shellacked by melted sugar, from the top, with a butter knife. All of this occurred prior to the party, so on our way home, Bill was determined to purchase another cake. But when the birthday girl insists that she is full, tired, and really not interested in blowing out candles this year, lest she be reminded that she is way, way older than Taylor Swift, she is usually granted her request.)
Now back to the present.
Today, after attending Stake Choir practice, I headed across the street from the church to the stadium to catch the beginnings of the track season, a scrimmage hosted by LHS.
Lexee had to squeeze into last year's spikes, since we waited until the last minute to purchase some, and found the style and size selection extremely limited. We arranged to have the pair she wanted, in the size she wanted, shipped in from another store, leaving her stuck for today with last year's model.
She still did awesome.
I was reminded that most track meets are cold.
Bill did his parental support duty in concessions. I was going to call him Mr. Hot Chocolate, since that was his primary function, but thought Mr. Hot was more fitting.
Afterwards, Mr. Hot had an eye exam, and ordered some new glasses. He's had his current ones for a long, long time, and, according to his stylist, is in desperate need of a change.
Stay tuned for forthcoming glamour shots.
