Mathew turns 7

Until this baby is born, Mathew has been cursed with having his birthday last out of all four kids. It's a hardship. But I try to make up for it with extra thick frosting and excessive carbs.

Given our recent interest in baking and Megan's feverish churning out of cupcakes, Mathew was ready to try his own hand at frosting artistry.

I have a feeling that when it comes time to cut the cake, Mathew would like an 'M' shaped piece right out of the middle. CRUNCHY.

He went for our traditional spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread as his celebratory dinner of choice. Fitting....considering it is the meal that has kept him alive for seven years. Also fitting considering the table is veggie-free.


The rest of the hooligans.

Mathew may have decorated the cake, but I provided the trick candles. They would light back up and he'd say "Hey!"or (true to his Utah heritage) "What the HECK?"

His birthday list consisted of dozens of items that cost 1 or 2 dollars. It was carefully crafted to provide maximum unwrapping opportunities.

I love this one of all three checking out his new Pokemon cards.

And of course, Birthday wrestling which leads to Birthday injuries which leads to Birthday time-outs....or possibly Birthday "don't-come-crying-to-me's".

And THAT is what it means to be a 7 year old boy.

We love you, Mafferdee.