Anna really wanted to eat her birthday dinner at home but we had Girl Scouts until 6:45 (on a FRIDAY! Who does that?) and I was in charge of Lizzie's meeting. So we MADE her choose a restaurant. She chose Red Robin because she wanted them to sing to her.

Mmm; spaghetti and endless steak fries. Gourmet.
Daisy imitating Anna imitating the Statue of Liberty.
No, I didn't give my baby a balloon just to make her stop screaming and be happy for a few minutes so I could eat my dinner in peace. Every mother knows better than to give a baby a balloon.
And every mother knows better than to give a six year-old rollerblades. That's like giving her two broken wrists.But she's gonna love them!