A couple weekends ago some friends and I threw a surprise birthday party for our friend, Wendi.
We had fun with the party details, especially the decorations.
Wendi's hubby ordered her a fancy cake. I volunteered to pick it up for him while he kept her out of the house. I was super nervous driving with that thing, but we made it.
Birthday gal
In the shots below I'm feeding Ellie the remnants of Sarah B's delicious fruit dip: two parts Greek yogurt, one part Nutella. I kinda wanted to eat it by the spoonful as well.
In other news that day: I went to a PTA training on the ins and outs of scheduling the buildings for after-school activities. It was so incrediably boring that I chuckled a little when the teacher said, "That's your T & A. You know what T & A means right?" without the slightest inclination that it could mean anything other than her boring school county jargon. At least that woke me up for a little while.Also that day, I got a ticket for having expired tags (I was driving Andrew's car at the time). Coincidentally I was in the process of explaining what a "violation fine" was when I saw the flashing lights. Lizzie was pretty upset--especially when the cop told me about how I had the option of appearing in court. Turns out Liz thought if I went to court I might be sent to jail. When the cop was out of earshot she asked, Mommy are you in trouble? I said, No. Daddy's the one in trouble--with the cops and with me.
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