It Happened One Day

My baby went and turned five over the weekend. I slaved over cinnamon-nut buns (minus the glaze) for breakfast.

And in the evening, we had Elizabeth to dinner. While awaiting AhPoh's arrival, we opened E's present: fingernail embellishments, gardening tools, and a Fancy Nancy sticker book.

We had Swedish meatballs over noodles,

and a chocolate-almond-instead-of-pistachio torte.

Our present to G: pop beads, which we played with until my thumbs were sore. (Drew pronounced them to be "Legos for girls".)