Dad's Birthday

Today was my 28th birthday, so in the spirit of including more material with the girls and me I thought I'd make a quick update. Abby was thrilled to remember to tell me, 'Happy Birthday!' when she woke up. Nora told everyone it was my birthday but refused to say it herself. The girls gave me an old fashioned milkshake maker in the morning, which we used to make chocolate milkshakes with breakfast.

(Note the chocolate mustache.)

Nora actually just went back and forth between her glass of milk and milkshake. I think she forced down one bite of omelet, but who can blame her. She and I tend to agree that breakfast is the best meal of the day.

Throughout the day Abby told me happy birthday whenever she thought to. I lost count after ten separate times but there are several more, and Gingham usually told me happy birthday as well.

Kristin made a delicious french silk pie for dessert. You can't quite see it in the video but it looked (and tasted) great.

(They're singing so well because Mom threatened not to give them any pie if they refused to sing along.)

When we put Nora to bed she insisted on saying, 'Goodnight Dad, and we can have another milkshake tomorrow.' I told her that it was just a special treat so she said, 'Okay Dad, maybe we can have another milkshake tomorrow.' She is certainly my kid.