She's three!

We had Britt's birthday party over at Grandma Sarah's yesterday.

Britt knew it was the day, and she couldn't wait for things to get started. She kept running around the housing yelling, "Party time! Party time!"

Mad props to Mikey for doing ALL the food shopping; he put together a mighty fine sandwich buffet with all the trimmings. Well, us girls had to get everything fixed up and laid out on the table but, still, he did good!



Do remind me, though, not to consult with him about cake size next year. I should've just ordered the half-sheet like I always do, but I screwed up and discussed it with him first. We counted up how many people would be there and he said the quarter-sheet would be enough, since we had so much left over last year.

Now I personally don't see any problem with having leftover cake because I happen to love cake and ice cream (it's not a birthday cake without ice cream; it's just cake and that's not the same thing at all), but I followed instructions and ordered the quarter-sheet.

And after I sent him over to pick it up, he called me from the bakery and yelled at me:

Why did you order the quarter-sheet?

So I yelled at him:

Because you told me to!

So he picked up an extra cake just in case. A really ugly one. And so Britt had two birthday cakes this year.



And then there were presents!



Lots of presents!



Lots and lots of presents!



The only other glitch besides the cake dispute was that the mosquitos were thick at Grandma Sarah's. The kids spent a lot of time outside and we spent a lot of time outside watching them, so we all got eaten alive. Britt spent part of her time outside "digging for tweasure," very near the spot where we buried our beloved Kitty. Luckily, she didn't find him.



The boys dug a fire pit (supervised by my brother-in-law) and had a fire going until a neighbor threatened to call the fire department. Candy opened the storage building and got out a bunch of glow-light necklaces for the kids (just one of the advantages of marrying into a family of wholesalers; all kinds of delightful things stashed away for just such an occasion).

And then it started getting late, so we cleared up the party debris and loaded Britt's presents and the leftover food and an extra kid or two into the car and headed home.

While we unloaded the car, the girls used their glow-light necklaces to make themselves a disco in the kitchen.



And then they settled in at the kitchen table with Britt's new paint set, until it was time to call it a night.



It was a long day, but a good one.