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.