Poor Mathew has always been the third and now the fourth in line for the yearly spring birthday extravaganza. Every year he is convinced it will never, ever be his birthday. So its always a little extra fun to be able to say, "Mathew! Today is YOUR birthday!" This year Mathew wanted to go to Chuck e Cheese, (in his words) "Where a kid can be a star!" Unfortunately, Momma was none too happy about the cash that would have to be shelled out for such an event. So instead, we had our neighbor friends join us for donuts and OJ on Friday morning and then we headed to The Cheese for kiddy video games and mock gambling. (My neighbor Jen and I noticed that most of the "games" are patterned after slot machines and other Las Vegas attractions.... nice). At 9:00 am the place is deserted and we were literally the only ones there. It was great!
Saturday night we had Mathew's birthday dinner: spaghetti and meatballs, of course. That child would eat that for every meal if he could. Thank heavens for Lycopene. Oh the guilt.
And for the finale, possible the wierdest looking soccer cake ever made. Hey, I tried my best. Those little pentagons are hard and once you get that black icing on there, there's no turning back. Next time maybe I'll try having one of our skilled Walmart ladies take care of it.
Mathew's birthday wish was either a Leapster or a 9 dollar squirt gun that shoots to the side and surprises the innocent. He agonized for days over the choice, but ultimately settled on the water gun! Hallelujah! He loves that thing. Happy big #5 Maffers.
Poor Mathew has always been the third and now the fourth in line for the yearly spring birthday extravaganza. Every year he is convinced it will never, ever be his birthday. So its always a little extra fun to be able to say, "Mathew! Today is YOUR birthday!" This year Mathew wanted to go to Chuck e Cheese, (in his words) "Where a kid can be a star!" Unfortunately, Momma was none too happy about the cash that would have to be shelled out for such an event. So instead, we had our neighbor friends join us for donuts and OJ on Friday morning and then we headed to The Cheese for kiddy video games and mock gambling. (My neighbor Jen and I noticed that most of the "games" are patterned after slot machines and other Las Vegas attractions.... nice). At 9:00 am the place is deserted and we were literally the only ones there. It was great!
Saturday night we had Mathew's birthday dinner: spaghetti and meatballs, of course. That child would eat that for every meal if he could. Thank heavens for Lycopene. Oh the guilt.
And for the finale, possible the wierdest looking soccer cake ever made. Hey, I tried my best. Those little pentagons are hard and once you get that black icing on there, there's no turning back. Next time maybe I'll try having one of our skilled Walmart ladies take care of it.
Mathew's birthday wish was either a Leapster or a 9 dollar squirt gun that shoots to the side and surprises the innocent. He agonized for days over the choice, but ultimately settled on the water gun! Hallelujah! He loves that thing. Happy big #5 Maffers.
Seriously, Mathew was 9-months-old when we moved to Arkansas. I cannot believe he is 5 already!!
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