As we reached the end of what Andrew calls our “Feast Month” (birthdays exactly every 7 days for a month straight: 8/14, 8/21, 8/28, and 9/4), we were definitely getting sick and tired of cake. Well, Andrew and I were.
But at Milo’s request, we made a purple cake. I thought, maybe a squid cake? But, alas, this squid looked more like a strange purple sea monster than anything. Oh, well. It was purple. It was moderately tasty. It was cake.
And perhaps most importantly, it is gone. No. More. Cake.
Milo’s other request: a “big boy bike.”
Oliver says, “Whoa! Big bike! Cool!”
And so, of course, we had to try it out IMMEDIATELY (with strange young man lurking in the background dressed in borrowed (from Milo) Captain America helmet).
And yes, I am aware that my husband is smokin’ hot. Nice arms, man. Seriously. Want to have some more babies? Um. That last part was a joke, people. Don’t you think 3 boys is enough?!!!
Yeah. This bike-riding stuff is hard work.
Happy Birthday, Milo! We are so proud of you!