the 411 on turning 4

Zak and I have finally recovered from all the excitement that was our 4th birthday celebration. The cake is gone, the balloons are deflated, the presents are being thoroughly enjoyed. All that's left is writing the blog. So....here goes!


One moment if you please, my mouth is full. OK. First and foremost, we had a very special visitor in town to par-tay with: Aunt Moosaw! As you can see, she was excited about it too. Here we are on Saturday morning having lunch at Egg Harbor. Yum. This was right after we had our picture taken with the Easter Bunny, but you'll have to wait a couple of weeks to see that photo. I know, I'm such a tease.


Seven of our favorite friends came over for our official party on Sunday. It was a blast!


Lunch consisted of HomeMade Pizza. This was the first time Mom and Dad let us kids in on this culinary marvel, which just opened here in Oak Park. It was pretty good, but of course it did not compare at all to dessert.


Yeah, it tasted as good as it looked. Perhaps better.


We very much enjoyed the rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday" sung in our honor.


We all wore fire hats in case something went amiss during the big candle-blowing-out moment. Fortunately, though, it went off without a hitch.



Why does birthday cake taste so much better than regular cake? We must investigate both sides of this dilemma more often.




After we got all sugared up, we headed back downstairs for our traditional book exchange. Everyone was quite pleased by their fun new reading materials, even sitting still for a few moments to take a good gander.


Alright, enough of that. We all went back to jumping around like maniacs when Sam and Audrey gave us this amazing bubble machine. Thanks guys!




Even more presents suddenly appeared before us a little later. Thank you everyone! We love presents. More presents. More. More. More.


A special shout-out to Aunt Katherine, who sent us this marble contraption. Too much fun! Thank you so much to all our friends and family who shared in our big day. Love, Wyn and Zak