Call It What You Want...

Mark desperately wanted Grandma and Grandpa to celebrate his birthday with him, and since they were here last weekend -- and since, as the givers of the most impressive pile of gifts known to man or small boy as my mother is a true gift-giving addict (which works well for me, the picture of greed) -- we decided to let Mark have an early birthday.

He and Grandma made his birthday cake while I was at sewing, commencing the frosting of said cake the next day and living through the disaster that apparently is BigMama putting together a layer cake -- so that's why we never had layer cakes -- and madly attempting to get the remaining frosting to cover the whole thing (which ended up turning out fine. Frosting covers a multitude of accidents, doesn't it).

Then, of course, it was time for Grandma's big pile o'presents. I mean Grandma and Grandpa, of course, as he is certainly along for the ride. :)

Adam didn't want to be more than a few inches away from the man with the presents, hoping and hoping he'd get to play with some.

Mark was very good about sharing his presents with his little brother. Really impressive, since he's just turning 4. (Four! I have a four-year-old, as of tomorrow!!! GLEEPS!)

He also made the appropriate happy faces as he opened the presents and discovered the wonders that were inside. Look at the face in this one!

(Bob the Builder is a can't-lose choice!)

Then it was off to the famous cake that Mark worked so hard on:

He hardly ate any of it, owing to the keen longing he had to get back to his toys and play with them. But his little brother didn't seem to have any trouble tackling the whole cake issue.

"Yommy, Yommy CAKE!" says Adam.

We'll have more birthday this weekend on his actual birthday (tomorrow). But I have heard from some of my loyal fans that they'd appreciate a new posting since the boys started school three weeks ago and I haven't written since. (Sorry.)