Well, another birthday come and gone. But don't worry, I'm still milking it for all it's worth from Clark. ("Oh, honey, can you do [whatever it is I don't want to do]? It's my birthday!") We had some people over for cupcakes, ice cream, and olympics. Didn't Clark do a good job frosting the "rings?"
As I'm looking at this picture, I'm thinking I need a haircut or something. I feel like I've got the New Mom Frump going on.
Anyway, it was a delightful little party. And I got some great gifts - gift cards galore, a new movie, kitchen utensils, fudge, pie (I love pie!). Oh, and a house. Yeah, we made an offer, and it was accepted on Thursday. We don't close until the middle of September, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, we're going to be homeowners. What in the. . . !!!
And because you were all wondering how it turned out, here is the once-poopy-onsie:
Poopy no more. The magic of OxyClean.
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