I had a lovely birthday, including a tasty carrot cake with cream cheese topping baked by our very own Shell Bell. Starbucks has competition! Stephen got me some lovely earrings and Amaretto Liquer (Almond for the uninitiated) and Tory wrote me a poem. I felt loved :-)
The night of my birthday there happened to be a party going on in our house, (an early Halloween party attended by about 30 young people) and Stephen and I went for a few hours. Our young Mister was a Dalmatian. I went as a hippie. You guess what Stephen went as...
Our young fat is getting cuter and jollier by the day... I know this picture is out of focus, but I love the face he's making.
I'll end with this fetching picture of our cutie, who put himself to sleep sucking his thumb! He's the only one of our babies who actually sucks his thumb!
