Megan is 5....and two months...

So little Miss Megan turned the ripe old age of 5 on May 30th. She was primed and ready for her special day. She had been making countdown calendars for weeks beforehand.

Because it fell on a Sunday this year, we did our traditional "Bed of Balloons" in the morning and then went off to church at 9 am. The primary sang to her and she got her very own package of microwave popcorn...which she stroked lovingly all the way home.

Her meal of choice was Sausage Casserole, homemade rolls and corn on the cob. She just calls it "Casserole" as if it is the only occupant of that title. The important thing is I know what she's talking about when she says it. We're tight like that.

Also, I should mention that I am acutely aware that this dish looks gross. However, it's deliciousness is inversely proportionate to its nasty appearance. Cross my heart.

She's smiling because she's only seconds away from sausage heaven and buttery lips. mmmm.


Despite earlier wishes for a grand peacock cake, Megan decided she'd rather have horses, stars and sprinkles. The catch...she gets to decorate it. I agreed and here is the end product:

I think she did a fantastic job. Colorful, yet tasteful. Fanciful, yet organized. I sense a bright future in baked goods. (That would make for very happy golden years for me and the Mr.)


Making good use of those Hufford cheeks.


On to the presents! Grandma Kathleen sent a fabulous kit with butterflies, glitter and stickers. Right up her alley.


In the spirit of her recent interest baking, we gave her all the fixins for making her own cupcakes and miniature cakes. She was in sprinkle heaven.


She loved to make the muffins! And we were happy to help her eat them.


She also raked in a hula hoop, polly pockets, a gymnastic ribbon and trip to Chuck-e-Cheese on Monday morning.

Happy Birthday, little Meg. We love you mucho!