BIRTHDAY!!!!

We are going to jump ahead from Seattle for a moment and attack T1's 6th birthday. Because, well, it is more important and makes people happy vs not happy... (Mostly me..) This is the FIRST year the girl has EVER had a decent birthday. There were no meltdowns, fits, screaming, hiding, throwing of things, sobbing over meaningless things, panic attacks that lasted forever.. UNTIL: After her birthday. We are still trying to figure out what the deal is with that.  I think a BIG problem is a little girl that T1 has become OBSESSED with (we shall call her "L") didn't show up. T1 has seen this girl literally 4 times in a year, but decided she was her BEST FRIEND EVER and would be loving her forever. But since school started, I've not been able to contact her mom, invited her over to play to no avail, invited her to the party etc with no response.


Some friend that is..

BUT... T1 is still rather devastated. We've had to do A LOT of talking about how we cannot control the choices of other people, that people are not puppets, and that we HAVE a ton of great people who love us dearly who would do darn near ANYTHING for us and screw the b*&^# who doesn't bother to like us.  Heartbreakingly enough, she had me help her write a "Break Up" letter to "L". We are still holding it, to see if we REALLY want to mail it (admittedly for a 6 year old it is really harsh but honest) or if we will be ok with just letting it go now.

Now, on to funner things.. CAKE!!

We had 2. 1 that I let T1 decorate all on her own:

And 1 that, due to my inabilty to use my left hand (yes, there is a story, and yes I'm sure you will laugh..) I baked and Sarah ( http://oursunnyview.blogspot.com/ ) did the majority of the actual decorating. Because I suck. Well.. I don't ACTUALLY suck at cake decorating.. I just do when I can't use 1 of my hands..

It was gorgeous. And demolished in tasty goodness. And no.. While it does appear odd, there is NO actual Bisquick in the cake.

She had a heap of fantastic friends come over and shower her with love and you know what.. Screw "L".. I don't care what happened, maybe you "didn't get the invitation", "didn't remember", or "had something else to do that night". I don't care. You broke my 6 year old's heart. Obsessed as she may be ( because I do admit it's odd), you could at least let her down easily and finally.