...Which I forgot completely about. So shuffling through my phone this morning I found some horrible beauties I thought I would subject you all to, thereby claiming my title as Worst Phone Photographer of All Time.
And, to retain my title as Worst Mom Blogger of All Time, I realized Momo's birthday came and went with nary a peep from the Web Log. And I think this photo also solidifies my alternate title as Worst Cake Decorator of All Time. But don't let the haphazard frosting job and candles all askew fool you: that cake was delish. So there, function before form. Happy 6th Birthday, Naomi Margaret!
To celebrate her birthday she asked to go to a fair. It is a known and highly prized fact that the Family Es does not "do" fairs. I think the main attraction that exists between Obi and I (me? someone shout out the right pronoun, please) is that we both suffer from sensory overload and things like fairs make us feel like hiding in a closet and weeping. Well I don't think that's Obi's exact reaction, but he's not here to describe his specific and equally pitiful reflex, so we will leave it at both of us weeping together in a closet.
We went to a fair when the big boys were little, and it is known as the fair of their childhood. This one shall be known as the fair of the little ones' childhood. Isaac will probably not remember, but above is the photographic evidence to prove that he too had a childhood fair.
By the way, I love that picture! I was actually really pleased with it and sent it to my sister who didn't reply at all. Then I had to text and ask her about it and she just replied that she couldn't tell what it is. I told her it's an artsy shot of Isaac on a fair ride, and she was still not impressed. I hate when I have to explain I'm being artsy, just kinda ruins it. Next time I will send my cool pics to some hipster friends who will appreciate me. So...I'm in the market for friends, I guess.
Oh! And also...
Obi turned 40! In an artful, crafty way I purposely tried to highlight the lights here to match the Theme. And to obscure the fact that this was a "store-boughten" cake, and therefore would completely overshadow Momo's cake on the pleasing-to-the-eye scale. But Obi is still cute no matter what, homemade birthday crown and all.
Happy Birthday my loved ones, the Web Log forgets you not.