For the past few years, we've taken the boys to Ghiradelli Square and celebrated my birthday. We would eat at Lori's Diner (amazing city views), and then have ice cream sundays at the chocolate factory. This year we were going to change it up a bit.
Jack 2009 (Chocolate Factory)
Nate 2009 (Lori's Diner)
On Thursday Nate threw up.
On Saturday Jack threw up.
On Sunday Lori threw up (my actual b-day), and......
On Monday Doug threw up.
It took until today for all four of us to eat a full meal again.
So this weekend I demand a re-do. Since I'm not married to the Cake Boss, I kicked off the weekend making my own cake. I've been watching the show the Next Great Baker, and thought, "how hard can that be?" Well, after spelling Happy Birthday Lori, I had a kink in my neck. I'm clearly NOT the Next Great Baker.
Amazing how fast they grow in two years!
I'm convinced Jack thought it was his birthday.
Nate was in a crabby mood, so he stood on the sidelines sulking. He wasn't allowed to eat cake because he boycotted dinner, so he refused to sing too. Jack was more than happy to cover for him.
I won't let that ruin the start to a perfectly healthy weekend!
It's supposed to be beautiful tomorrow, close to 70 in San Francisco, so we've booked our Ferry tickets, and made reservations for Brunch. Wish us luck.....
Happy Birthday to ME!