My birthday might have been almost 3 weeks ago now, but I still wanted to write about it, because I had such an awesome 25th birthday. Birthweek, really. On my birthday, Ben took the day off from work and we spent all day doing Christmas-y stuff. I love Christmas, so this was pretty much perfect. We went and got our Christmas tree that day too, which is always one of my very favorite traditions. We have to go cut one ourselves, and it always takes much longer than it really needs to, because we’re not leaving until we find the absolute perfect tree.
(I made him wear the cowboy hat. Doesn’t he look HOT?!)
Can’t skip the Candy Cane for the drive home!
Unfortunately for Michael, he was a little too tired.
After we got the tree home, I enjoyed my favorite salad for lunch while Michael napped and Lily “helped” us with lights. She also tried to put the star on the tree, but couldn’t quite reach. Maybe next year?
Blue cheese, candied pecans, cranberries and sliced apples with raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Oh yeah, and lettuce. Yummmmmm!
Another salad shot, cuz I know you all care so much.
Eeeee! I love this picture. Sorry to everyone else’s kids out there, but I seriously have the cutest kids ever. Look at those little buns! (K, I’m done gushing.)
Wanna hear a funny story? I decided I didn’t want cake for my birthday, but an apple pie instead. I was super excited about it because Ben makes really yummy apple pie, and I wouldn’t even have to share cuz the kids were already in bed. We take it out of the oven and try to let it cool, but it’s getting late and I didn’t want to wait any longer, so we stuck some candles in while it was still warm. I’m sure you all can guess what happened a lot quicker than we figured it out.
I noticed that even though Ben had put them in straight, the candles were looking kinda wobbly. But I just decided that it was cuz the apple filling is not as firm as cake and doesn’t hold them as well. I didn’t even figure it out when I pulled one out to adjust and there’s an inch of wick hanging from the bottom of the candle. It took until after I’d blown out the candles and started to pull them out and they all had an inch or more of wick hanging from the bottom to put two and two together and realize that I’d totally melted my candles inside my obviously-still-too-warm pie. I know, I’m a total genius. We were able to eat around (most) of the wax. Good thing we only put in 6 instead of 25!