We celebrated two birthdays in September: Rebecca and Henry. My firstborn child, Rebecca, turned a happy 17 as we celebrated with a surprise party at the local Pizza Hut. Over 20 of her friends met me at the restaurant and at the appropriate time, ducked under tables and chairs so that she would not see them as she walked into the place. She walked through the door, completely expecting a quiet family dinner of pizza and soda, but instead found all her friends jumping out of their hiding places yelling, "Surprise!" We ate over 12 pizzas, countless sodas, and two birthday cakes.
Later in the evening, Rebecca came over to me and said, "Mom, they all came out for me?" I replied that she was so blessed to have so many good friends who love her...including her chaotic and loud family. Happy Birthday Becca!
And then there is King Henry who turned three. He is a man of simple tastes and asked for the same cake he had when he turned two: "Da Hamburgur Cake". I think the other kids get more delight in the cake than Henry. They marvel at how much it looks like a Hamburger. Personally, it grosses me out. I mean, here you have a cake that looks like a real hamburger, but when you take a bite out of it, it is sweet! Weird.
We celebrated Henry's birthday as a family. My plans were to go to Bullwinkles (which is essentially, a more classy Chuck e Cheese's)...but when we arrived, it has closed. Boo. But you know, when you are three, you have no idea the fun you missed! So we decided to go down the road to the Olive Garden. Henry could have cared less where he went, he just wanted his hamburger cake to go with him.
We pulled out one of his presents at the restaurant and Henry was delighted to play with it the entire dinner. Good for us, good for him. We ate a relatively normal dinner with minimal interruption and Henry ate nothing, but played with his new hot wheels garage. After dinner, we pulled out our hamburger cake, and well, every head turned in the restaurant. They were amazed, or horrified...I was not sure really. Let's just say the cake had a rough trip over after Nick shoved the cake under the chair. It was kind of smushed, but I did my best to fix it. Henry didn't care. He blew out his candles and ate his cake.
Three is gonna' be great for my little guy...Happy Birthday King Henry!
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