BK (before kids) that was a great day to have a birthday on- you get to go out celebrating and not worry about the next morning at all- well except for worrying about where you're going for birthday brunch and birthday dinner and and and....
PK (yup, post kids) Friday is pretty much the worst day of the week to have a birthday. It's the end of the week, everyone is tired and tired out and tired of it and yeah happy birthday is a big ask.
And K and I both worked so romantic lunch date for two was off the schedule but instead we celebrated with a great slap up meal at home.
The girls helped choose sushi while I grabbed figs and prosciutto and we headed home for a birthday feast:
artfully (?) arranged by M and A. And yes that is a bento box of rice there as well. Because Amy deemed it necessary...
I had made a zucchini cake earlier in the day (with about 6 massive zucchini picked and waiting to be eaten and at least as many more on the plant we are always on the look out for new and unusual ways to eat them) and Meg wanted to decorate it for me. We were out of 100s and 1000s so she used lemon icing and about half a bag of coconut- mmmm roughage! Actually it was really yummy:
Nine candles for some unknown reason but she was very particular about which ones she used and where they went.
Birthday memorial shot. Yes, mum. I look tired. Remember it was Friday, yeah? Oh and I won't diss the photographer but just to the right of my watch? That's the flame from the candle from my birthday cake. I guess subtle allusion to the occasion is called for at my age, huh?