(Eva’s writing today’s blog, as it’s a very special day for her!)

Today was MY birf-day.  MINE (not my sister’s, so don’t even think about giving her a present).

I didn’t have to go to school, which was really cool.  I didn’t have to get up until late, Momma says I slept almost as long as my brother does.  Then Momma took me to Denny’s for alien-pancakes.  The big nice lady there heard it was MY birf-day (MINE!) and gave me brownies, ice cream and chocolate sauce, so I had dessert after breakfast.  Momma usually doesn’t let me eat chocolate that early.  But, she has chocolate that early some days, but she never lets me, no fair.

Then we went to Outside-door-world, where I got a toy truck with a momma-horsey, a daddy-horsey and a baby horsey and a (“MOMMA!!!!  WHAT”S THE YELLOW THING CALLED???”), oh, and an ‘ATV’ like our neighbor drives up and down the streets and momma complains about havin’ a head-achin.  The nice man at Outside-door-world helped Momma with the toys she was carrying and I asked “is he going to pay for those for us??”, and they laughed.  Everyone laughs at me every time I ask a question.  It makes me soooo mad.

Then we went to the bookstore but Momma spent wayyy too long in the books-with-no-pitchers row.  Borrrrinnggg.

THEN, Momma took me to Bounce on It, or whatever it’s called now.  I get to jump on big dinosaurs and slide down slides, it’s super fun, even though I have to keep my socks on.  Momma jumped with me on one of the jumping-things and she laughed a lot.  Then she said something about her tummy being knocked into her brain and went to sit down.  I stomped on her foot I was so mad that she didn’t play with me anymore.

We went to pick up Annika from school and I told her all about my day, and that it’s MY birf-day, in Fev-roo-awy, not hers.  Hers is in June (which is much easier to say). 

We went home and I played with my new toys and Momma made me my most favorite-est dinner: hot dogs with square cheese and mac’n'cheese!  (Daddy says I must’ve been born in the year of the mouse since I eat so much cheese).

Jaime brought me cupcakes and I ate the tops then Annika ate the bottoms.  Daddy put together my art thing-y.  I’m using Annika’s markers (ssshhhh, don’t tell her) to color my pitcher.

I’m five years old now, and I had a fun birf-day!

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