
Yesterday was April 20th. The twins Birthday is on April 8th. It was time for a-proper celebrations. I did consider throwing a party with friends but the Saturday before was so full of activities that it just couldn't be done. And kind of a bummer because it's the big 5. But I think Disneyland was a fun way to ring it in, right?
Anyway, we had family over for some cake and ice cream/gift exchanges last night. I was a bit swamped with my day and had committed myself to picking up a yummy ice cream cake to save some time. Guess what?! It's like eating money. I walked in there ready to buy and could NOT get myself to spend $30 on a teeny tiny ice cream cake. Ridiculous. Especially when the place is in the actual Albertons parking lot. So I dragged all the kids over there and had the twins pick what ice cream they wanted, what cake and what frosting (you can see who's choice won over the other- it's even pink cake. Poor guy, not that he cared a whit) and hurried home to bake, cool and

Other than Disneyland tickets, I wanted to get the kids a little something more. I mean, hey, the got in for free, so that means I can still buy them a gift, right? So I let them each pick a new Wii game. Luke chose the Star Wars Lego game. Sadie a princess game. Needless to say, Luke and I busted out Star Wars first today. So funny because we didn't know what we were doing, and better yet, when I tell him to follow me down the space corridor, I have to/get to call him LUKE. Get it? Wah Wah.
My other splurge were these hand puppets. I couldn't make these for the price they are- and so well done! They have a stick perched in one hand so you can talk and animate at the same time. I must admit that the cop was my favorite but I didn't get him. I chose a king for Luke instead. And now I think I need to go back and buy the cop. He is just so funny-he has a cop-stache. The stories that form in my mind already make me giggle.




2 comments:
Cute! Those puppets are to die for. I am obsessed with puppets.
You are such a good mom! You must teach me sometime . . .
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