Taylor Turns Seven
I don’t know if I can go into all the details that today provided, so I’ll write a list:
Dad took Ty to work. On their way back home, they stopped to run a few errands. Ty took money out of the bank, and purchased a gift for Taylor.
I made laundry detergent.
Kyle worked on mathematics.
Kendall and Talon chatted and sang with each other.
My dad came by to pick up Taylor for her birthday lunch. They went to The Olive Garden.
I decorated Taylor’s cake. This is always a bit tricky because the birthday child always wants something incredibly difficult. Taylor wanted a cake with the tree frog that she named Hunter that we met back during our New Year’s camping trip in the Everglades… Hunter eating a mosquito.
Okay, here we go. My daughter wants a frog cake, and by golly, she’s gettin’ it!
Everyone came back. She opened her presents when Grandpa left. She received a Hello Kitty canteen, a pink flashlight from Ty, and, best of all because it’s a Sleppy tradition, her very own knife, a Swedish Mora.
I washed the dishes, got ready for work, and left.
When I came back from work, I ate dinner, and Taylor’s paternal grandmother came over. She delivered presents and brought ice cream. Ice cream!
We sang Taylor “Happy Birthday” in the key of E-flat Major — as usual.
She loved her Hunter the Tree Frog cake. She became a little sad when I had to cut him to serve him to people.
But we all now have full bellies of cake and ice cream.
Grandpa with Taylor
Taylor and her bounty
Taylor’s Hunter Tree Frog cake
The chocolate view of the cake