I was on the computer, and in the background I could hear the scurrying of little feet. I didn't give it much thought, until I turned around and saw this magnificent mountain of formula that was obviously being built behind me.
No big deal, right? Well, let me explain. If you give Emma 10 mins of your time...
just 10 mins...
chances are she will talk to you about her upcoming birthday. The only problem is, her birthday was in January. And so to her, every day is her birthday.
She will also most likely use the following phrase...
"My birthday's like in a week?!"
Sometimes i'm not sure if its a question, or statement.
And if BriAnn is around, it usually ends up in a brawl because BriAnn will quickly point out and say, "Its not your b-day Emma. Its Austin's b-day next."
Which makes Emma cry.
Oh does she cry when she hears that!
Or they will both say,
"Ethan can't come to my birthday. Ha Ha Ha HA"
So, back to this mountain of formula.
I turned around and Emma proudly said,
"MOM! I made a birthday cake!"
And what a beautiful birthday cake it was!
15 mins later I was in the living room playing with the baby, and Emma comes running in with a plate and 4 pieces of bread stacked on top.
You guessed it...
Another birthday cake.
Bread seems to be a hot item around here for making birthday cakes.
These were Easton's presents from Emma.
Can you tell the joy and excitement that is on his face? lol.
(he's probably thinking to himself, "sista, your crazy!")
So here's to birthdays (real or not)....
Every. Day. Of the week!
(plate. bread. fork included.)
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