Birthweek

I think it's a well known fact that my kids don't have birthdays, they have birthweeks. Yep, they're spoiled. Actually, now that I think of it, it all started with Jason. In America he would always use the excuse that the day before his birthday was his actual birthday in Australia. So I think we all started thinking that way and celebrated more. Oh well, they're only young once, right?
This present was sent by my Aunt Cindy. She sent a gift for me and Penny, separately wrapped, inside another package. So we opened it up, and when Penny saw the cute ribbons and bag, she just had to open it then-- even though her birthday wasn't for several days. She was just thrilled when she saw a beautiful gem butterfly necklace. And as if that wasn't enough, Penny was so happy that Aunt Cindy also sent her a box and some pretend cheese (that's what she called the cotton in the box). Thank you Aunt Cindy! I can't wait to open mine now!



We usually go to Chili's for birthdays-- so we can get the chocolate molten cake. But *end of the world* they don't have Chili's here. So we settled for another American restaurant: Lone Star Steak House. We've never even been there in America, but we thought we'd give it a go here. Ya, I seriously doubt we'll ever go back. But the kids loved it, and that's what counts. And we're cheapskates, so we went on Monday night (even though her birthday was Tuesday) because kids eat free then.












Believe it or not, I left out a bunch of these pictures. Penny was being so silly! I didn't even tell her to do any faces, I just wanted a picture of her with the restaurant in the background. I've never seen her more excited. She just couldn't wait for those girls to come sing to her. They sang to at least 6 other people before coming to Penny. She was pretty good up till that point-- but after that she was just silly!