A clean kitchen floor, a chocolate-iced cake, & balloons. It was indeed the makings of a splendid birthday brunch.

Coming of age. On Friday, Isaac rang in his new year of life in the most decadent of fashions. Before his friends arrived, he mentioned something about his insatiable appetite for destroying a cupcake, perhaps two cupcakes, in his bare hands. His parents agreed that this was the only way to initiate his coming of age. Unfortunately, Isaac did not stick to his word about helping to clean up the aftermath of his good time.
Zippity dooh-dah. Just thinking about the events of this past weekend makes me wanna squeal like a little boy and dance like I've never danced before. It's good to be one.