Yesterday was Travis' Mom's birthday, and Thursday is Travis' birthday. Could you imagine being 39 1/2 weeks pregnant on your birthday? Ugh. She doesn't seem to remember that part. She sure looks happy with her "baby"!
This is the strawberry cake I made for their birthday party in its flaming blaze of glory. Nevermind the strawberry milk from the liquefying strawberries. It tasted good anyway. And, yes, that is supposed to be a "C" for their last name.
Here's mom trying to blow out those massive amounts of candles. Travis' lazy ass isn't even trying. 
I decided they needed to be wearing that cake more than they needed to be eating it. But they ate some anyway.
And, of course, what party would be complete without a child-licking dog and some good old fashioned child abuse?
And, of course, we had to have a few of the classic "here's what I got, take a stupid picture" pictures. At least they humored me. Good sports!
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