Well this past weekend I had a birthday. Another birthday, wowzers.
Mr. Dunbar had planned for the two of us grown-ups to go to our favorite little dive at the beach on Saturday night, but as luck would have it Bogie spiked a fever. So at the last minute I cancelled because come on, who could leave a kid at home with a temperature of 103? For 102 I probably would have left him. (just kidding.) Since our original plans were changed and the fever had broken, we all went to the Spaghetti Factory on Sunday for a quick lunch. Browned butter with mizithra cheese… YUM.
Monkey doesn’t eat pasta so I always order him a meatball. Yes, one meatball.
The parents came over Sunday evening for cake, since my mom insisted that it was important for the boys. They were in hog heaven with chocolate cake and icecream… these boys were running wild until almost 10pm! I’m instating a new rule: no sugar after 2pm.
Did you notice any consistency in the birthday candles? (I’m #1.)
Aw, well. Another year. This one should be good, I can already feel it.
(I mean, who doesn’t like being kicked in the ribs from the inside?)
Belly pics forthcoming.