Daddy's Birthday Cake

Greg picked out (from my list of "recommendations") this cake.  I wish I could say that it was terrible, but no.  It was fabulous.

The girls helped make it, of course.

You'll notice in the above picture that we finally managed to get a big calendar up on the fridge to try to help the girls understand days, weeks, moths.  We're definitely making some progress.  Emma still will only say "after today" when she means "tomorrow," but that could also be stubbornness.

Becca looks like she's going to scoop up a big spoonful of batter and eat it.  But she's not.  If it were ketchup, then yes.  But not cake batter.

I think Emma must've been casting a spell on the batter.

Becca, thrilled.