Friday night Husband and I stayed up late and he made/created/decorated a Peppa Pig cake and I decorated the dining room with as many balloons as I could blow up and as much crepe paper as I could hang. And when she walked in Saturday morning for her breakfast party, Daughter was ecstatic. After "Happy Birthday" was sung and candles blown out and birthday cake eaten and presents opened and played with, Husband got dressed to head to Tuscaloosa for the game and the kids and I got dressed to pick up Nanny and head to the zoo.
|The Peppa Pig cake. I HATE HATE HATE when Husband says he's not creative. Look at this cake! Are you kidding me? amazing. If you're familiar with Peppa, you know, this is spot on.|
|this was about half way through the decorating process. I blew up 30 balloons and used 2 rolls of crepe paper.|
|Daughter drawing on her mini-magnadoodle that Son picked out|
|Son loved that Peppa's shoes were made of nutella|
|The kids wanted to pose with Big Al and Aubie. And that mostly happened.|
SIDE NOTE: I was amused the whole day. Son wore his bama hat and sunglasses ALL day. People would come up to him and say "Roll Tide" and he was terrified these strangers were getting in his personal business and yelling at him. Fortunately, I didn't start a brawl in the zoo and we usually just ignored these people and kept walking. He has no clue what that means. That and "War Eagle" are not phrases we encourage our kids to say. They don't even know names of teams. We say "Mommy's team" and "Daddy's team" and talk about teams in terms of their colors and mascots. Son wears "that red hat" as he calls it, because his daddy also wears a red hat.
|On the lion|
|her favorite, the zebra|
We walked through the petting zoo but it was lunch time so we couldn't really pet the animals. And that was fine by Son. On the way out he said, "dat llama not 'pit on me dis time. I stay 'way from him."
|Daughter, mid roar. They were more interested in the plywood lion they could stick their head through than The Royal Family <-- a lion family - mom, dad and at least 3 babies|
|playing the drums|
|my mom is the worst photographer I know. seriously, I was looking at the camera and that was good enough for her.|
The best part of the entire day:
Husband: night night, pea pie. I love you
Daugther: night night, Daddy. I love you
Husband: happy birthday.
Daughter: hap ... Daddy will you go away. I want to tell myself Happy Birthday
Husband: ok, night night.
Daughter in a whisper: Happy Birthday, Ryland. It was a great day.