So this was Chris's birthday cake:
That picture was taken before we'd even eaten a bite. After a day of doctors, nebulizers, and one sad baby, I ran over to Magnolias and got whatever they had left at about 7 p.m. That was what they had left. After a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday, Chris blew out a match. Sad, huh?
Fortunately, the day before, Kara and Frank babysat our boy and sick girl and Chris and I went on a tour of the city's independent bookstores. Our favorite was this one:
It was our favorite because notes like these were all over the shelves:
Chris got a couple of great books, we got some sushi at Nobu Nextdoor, and we got a break from our children. So, all in all, the birthday wasn't a total loss.
Here's to a better one next year, babe.
3 comments:
I love this story (sad as it is), but it will always be a good memory!
That actually looks like a really yummy cake, and even a few moments without kids is a bonus. We are spending Christopher's birthday this year moving--again. This is not his first birthday we have moved on. :)
ps Do you have a sister on a mission in Atlanta? I saw a Sister K running around the church yesterday and she looked like she could belong to your family.
Haha, you guys are going to have to show me that bookstore!
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