So, today is not my birthday.
If it was you would more than likely know.
But, from the moment Tatum got home from pre-school she insisted that it was my birthday, and she really, really wanted to make cupcakes. Who am I to argue? We made cupcakes. We even ordered pizza for dinner. We celebrated my birthday until daddy came home, then it was daddy's birthday. Who am I to argue?
Now this is the same kid that cried when faced with his birthday cake.
He's come so far.
If it was you would more than likely know.
But, from the moment Tatum got home from pre-school she insisted that it was my birthday, and she really, really wanted to make cupcakes. Who am I to argue? We made cupcakes. We even ordered pizza for dinner. We celebrated my birthday until daddy came home, then it was daddy's birthday. Who am I to argue?
Now this is the same kid that cried when faced with his birthday cake.
He's come so far.
Oh, the love when there's cupcakes.
Double fisting
Who am I to argue?
1 comment:
Oh I miss these little guys already! And her hair looks so adorable! As long as I am not turning older, I will have my birthday ANYDAY!
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