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The day before we went down to town. There were indeed presents waiting at the post office.
Look at that face. Is she excited or what? That was some koala Webkinz thing from Nana and Papa.
And a set of secret invisible spy pens. You'd think the poor kid never received a gift in her life. Still haven't trimmed those bangs.
The big day started out with a trip to Em's for coffee and a peek at the baby goats born the night before. I'm not a big fan of goats, unless their jerked or in a vindaloo (it's those sideways pupils that get me), but the babies were pretty darn cute. As of today there are ten. Em was literally up to her neck in baby goats and had to take a shower before we all left for Cairns.
It was a little too chilly for bathing suits, but that didn't stop Elle and Em's son (her best friend) from splashing around.
Next up was sushi downtown and a movie. We ended up seeing Kung Fu Panda. It was better than I expected. But not much. That's all I have to say about that.
We ended up back at Em's and had kebabs for dinner. My mother will be horrified to learn there was no official birthday cake, but even better when we finally got home, Grice made us a pan of brownies from scratch for a nearly-midnight snack.
The old believe everything; the middle aged suspect everything; the young know everything.
-- Oscar Wilde
3 comments:
Happy birthday, Elle, from Canada!
Love those pictures -- the surprised look (you can almost hear the gasps) and all three kids together, what a hoot. Glad eight has started off with such a bang.
There must be something in the air about late-night brownies. Last night at around 9:30 I realized we still had some strawberries left over from the garden, and I thought how nice they'd be with a bit of brownie and whipped cream. By the time I finished making them (in between bits of "So You Think You Can Dance") and then baking them, we didn't get around to the eating til 11 pm.
Happy birthday Elle!
I used to like goats. Then we bought some.
Eight, already? I feel like I've been reading your blog for such a long time. She's... eight... wow. Looks like it was a wonderful birthday (baby goats are really adorable, aren't they?)
Happiest of Birthdays, Sweet Girl! May this year hold delights, surprises, and joy beyond your wildest dreams. (Though I doubt this wish could get the ear piercing bumped up a couple of years. Sorry.) ;-)
Dy
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