Jael celebrated her seventh birthday this weekend. Since we are in the middle of moving, and I’m busy slash lazy, we opted for a family birthday. We started the day with a candlelit breakfast and then Grammy arrived for an all day bake-athon.
Grammy means business. They started by baking a layer cake.
Then made chocolate pretzels.
Candy coated marshmallows.
Chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting, stuffed with chocolate spread, and topped with M&M’s (not pictured).
Then they crumb coated their cake before heading off for a late lunch. Grammy barely held her own against encroaching forces.
Jael wore her birthday hat from Rahab for a quick jaunt to Chick-fil-A. I was like, “Jael, you can’t wear that.” Then she pointed out the obvious, “It’s my birthday, I can overdress if I want to.” Such a lady.
I guess looks can be deceiving.
Jael has her own frosting gun with tips. Grammy pointed out that I should buy her a can of frosting occasionally so she can practice on graham crackers. Because we all need more of this.
Armed and dangerous.
We’re taking the extra damages to church today for the snack table. All those little kids won’t know what hit them.
We also started a new tradition this year. Each person wrote Jael something nice on a piece of paper that we taped to the wall. They will probably stay up until we move. And then I will take them down and put them in Jael’s file to keep.
She liked knowing she was special. And you should have seen the looks on the boys’ faces when I told them to go write their sister something nice. Their eyes bugged out a little and they made choking noises, but they came through.
We love you Jael.