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Superman: "Mom, did Grandma make those clothes for Pinga?"
Me: "Yes."
Superman: "Well, can you take them off her, 'cause she looks weird in them."

it's a twosie

Pinga is the big two today. We celebrated yesterday because we felt like it, and she's a baby and can't stop us anyway. For a while it looked like I was going to have to wrap up something she already owned, but finally I found something not super hateful to give her (which . . . did you see what they're asking for that? not okay. I spent $15).

The cake was made with Sucanat and half white/half whole wheat flour. SUCKERS!

The stroller came out of that giant bag. She loves it and takes her dolls offroading allatime.

We didn't get pictures of any of the other presents because we're sucky like that. That's what she gets for being the last kid. Bupkus! Her brothers really like her presents.

She still has weeping open sores on her face because she won't stop self-mutilating. I'm ready to tear my hair out about it. Happy Birthday! WOO!

travis would have been pleased

We all had a rollicking time on Saturday. The drapes were a huge help, and once John knocked the grill around a little bit it performed admirably. Assorted organ meats were consumed by all, as well as cartloads of fruit, scrumptious baked beans provided by Brittany (the secret ingredient is double the bacon!), and there were ice cream and doughnuts, recipes for which are over on Baba Capra. We played card games and frolicked in the water, and there was minimal crying. A success!

He's smiling because he's winning. Like always.

Michael knows that Dad always wins, and is resigned to his fate.

Captain America and Matthew preparing their arsenal, possibly testing it on Aebleskiver.

Pinga is eating an Orange Drop Doughnut.

Doughnuts are yummy.

If there's anything classier than a woman frying doughnuts in her swimsuit, I don't want to see it.

This is what was left of the doughnuts by the time John took a picture. They went fast.

The detritus from our revel.

Kids eating ice cream.

Sarah looking better than any pregnant woman has a right to.

How did a nice girl like her ever get mixed up with a crowd like this?

Michael is enjoying the ice cream so much that he left his cards face up, making himself vulnerable to sabotage.

Alec is thinking about how very much he hates the country.

Thanks for a good time and good food, everybody! I bet it would mean a lot to Travis.