The kids have gone home, laden with cake. We're pooped.
Liam, one year old today, was charming. We all enjoyed his present from his folks, a bubble machine. Very cool. He was entranced.
Liam and his handsome Uncle K.C. seem to have a special bond.
We ate, we told stories, we sang the birthday song, and K.C. even got the truck running. A good day. Well, except for the cake catching fire in the oven. And me keeling over backward while wrestling with the hand mixer. But I was fine, and we just cut the charred bit off the lemon cake. The chocolate/amaretto cake was excellent, if I say so myself. All good.
Five eggs today.