Tacos and Yorkshire pudding.

What can I say? Birthday boy gets to pick the menu. (And the cake; he wanted the molten chocolate dessert from the local Chili's.)
His party with friends was on Sunday

and for that, he requested pizza and a regular cake.

He colored the frosting and placed the fish. The gummi-Lifesavers fence was his idea, too.
For more than four years, he was our family's baby. Even though we have a littler guy now, in a lot of ways Alex is still my baby. It's hard for me to grasp that he's seven.

Happy birthday, you little monkey.
That is most definitley NOT a "regular" cake. Love it!
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