Birthdays Galore

Last week was a week of epic birthday celebrations. We kicked things off with a 30th birthday bash for my little sister. Max and Uncle David frosted the cake, and everything was going well until Max raked the knife across the top of the cake to scrape up a little frosting for himself. But let's be honest, who can blame the kid? Frosting tastes good. Really good. I've been known to sneak a little myself every now and again. Max just needs to work on choosing a more circumspect approach.



Henry enjoyed keeping the birthday girl company as she finished her margarita and blew out her candles.




Next on the birthday bandwagon was Great Grandma Sophie who turned an impressive ninety years old! We celebrated with a small family fiesta at Don Cuco's in Valencia.


Henry made sure to wear the right shirt for the occaision.




The final birthday was Grandma Rhona's. It was a rare treat to actually be with her on her birthday. We drove out to Santa Monica and met up with the Fingerhuts for a lovely dinner. I always find it interesting to be in LA. In my ten-year-old jeans and old raincoat from Scotland, I definitely did NOT fit within the typical fashion profile of the natives. People in Santa Monica tend to be thin and beautiful and fashionable and busty and blond. Oh well. At least I had the cutest kids in town! And no matter what one might think of the people in LA or the overall "mojo" of the city, there's no denying that the beach is gorgeous. Not just a little gorgeous either, but jaw-dropping, sunny, warm, palm-treed perfection.