Imagine waking up all bleary eyed and fuzzy haired...
To find 71 balloons waiting outside your door.
Would you realize it was your third birthday? Would you care that it was your birthday as you frolicked in the girlie bliss?
Roo didn't. When the novelty of 71 balloons in the house dwindled a smidge she came over to enjoy her bir-day breakfast of muffins and Orange Julius.
And tonight, she will enjoy her four-layer cake. Two layers are yellow and two are deep dark chocolate.
I know, where's the barbie/horse/Backyardigans cake I usually do? This year, because I could get away with it, I wanted to try piping. I liked the look, though the black frosting tasted funny.
Happy Birthday Roo Bear.