T had a birthday, shout hooray!

T had a birthday this week!  I made him a fun banner / sign / hang-y thing and hung it while he was sleeping in!

It was crazy easy and fast.  I free-handed the letters on 8x8 cardstock, cut them out, punched two holes in each letter and hung it on eight feet of green ribbon that was fatter than the holes (so the letters wouldn't slide around).  And then because I'm super classy, I used gaff tape to attach it to the walls.

T humors me for a birthday picture.

 Now he's had enough pictures and just wants his cake.

 T is so hungry for cake that he starts eating letters.

 Quick, get that man some cake!

I made T light his own candles since there were so many.
I don't know what my issue is, but I really can't light more than two or three candles per match.

I'm just not fast enough.

All lit up. 

For my mom: "September... Light the candles for your sweet 16" ...or the number of years T is, as the case may be.  I promise he's older than 16.  I'm not a cougar.  More like a puma, or small cat.  I'm only 10 months older than T, I promise.

You might ask, "Why is T's cake so small?  Doesn't S love him more than a small cake's worth?"  And the answer to that is yes, I do love him more than a small cake's worth.  But I used the 9x13 pan to make chicken enchiladas for T's birthday dinner, so for the cake I had to do a small cake and a bunch of cupcakes.  So I guess you could say I love T a small cake, a bunch of cupcakes, chicken enchiladas, and a birthday banner's worth.

Basking in the glow of birthday goodness while I sing him "Happy Birthday."

Earlier, my parents called and all three of us (my mom, my dad, and me) sang "Happy Birthday" to T.

So he got sung to twice, which means he had a twice as happy birthday.

I tried to get a picture of T blowing out the candles, but I didn't know that it took T's nice camera 2 seconds to take the picture after you push the button!  Bah, red eye reducer nonsense!  So instead I give you glowing embers.  The candles look like they have just about the right amount of glowy-ness to roast marshmallows...

 For my dad: "I can't blow out da candle.  Can you blow out da candle?"

And the candles got super melty.  Check it out!

 For some reason I really like the way the banner thing looks with the shadows (no flash), so here ya go.

And these next two are unrelated to T's birthday, they just happened to be on the camera.

This is what I look like when we get home from the beach!  Yay curly hair!

Also, yay ocean for stripping my hair and making it super soft the next time I wash it!

Our IKEA bed that we bought the sideboards in Utah and the rest in California.  Also, the fun quilt my mom's family made for us.