Whew. We’re on vacation in Las Vegas right now, and I’m finally decompressing from work and getting the house ready to sell. Not to change the subject, but if you’re looking for a lovely 3-bedroom colonial in Milton, we’ve got one for you. Buy it, please.
Before we left we threw a small birthday party for Andrew. “Small” turned out to be eight kids aged five years or less, plus six adults, which made the house feel plenty full. I have a few not-particularly-birthday-ey pictures up in the gallery, and here’s the key moment from the party:
That’s a hammerhead shark cake, by the way. Andrew wanted a “haunted shark” – he’s not really into being scared, but we’ve been reading some Scooby-Doo stories featuring ghost-and-zombie-type bad guys. So we got some Scooby-Doo napkins and left it at that. He also wanted the shark to be eating an acorn, and I gotta admit I have no idea where that one came from (unless we misunderstood and he actually wanted a squirrel shark. We managed to talk him out of that.