A Very Merry Unbirthday To Us!

So the girls and I took Michael to the airport tonight and Isabelle (as usual) began to get sad and cry because she couldn't go with him to work and fly on the airplane.
She still thinks anytime Michael is going to work, he is choosing to be with snackshop Todd over her (Todd, the homeless fix-it man who occasionally...well, you know, fixes things at the rentals. He has no affiliation with Medtronic, Michael's actual job. Isabelle and I have gone over this, yet somehow she sees her daddy walk away and envisions him going to work with Todd, her nemesis who she has all by herself named...Snackshop Todd, Stinkin' Todd, Stinkin' Snackshop Todd, and inevitably will end the conversation with, "I don't wike him, mommy, I don't wike dat stinkin' Todd"). Anyway, so on the way home, we called Big Pop (Grandpa Norm) to wish him a happy birthday. I thought that would cheer her up for sure. But then she overheard a conversation I was having with him and was certain the chums (her identical twin cousins) were having a party for Pop and she was not invited. If the thought of Michael partying it up with Stinkin' Todd hadn't done her in before, well...the thought of this atrocity completely set her reeling. So, I asked her what we could do fix things. I suggested we go to the grocery store and buy some things and make dinner together. She was in....As long as she got to choose what we made. It was a plan.



First on her menu--CRABBY PATTIES.
For those of you unaffiliated with Sponge Bob Square Pants, these are the highly sought after hamburgers he makes at the Crusty Crab's diner.
Of course, Isabelle gladly assumed the role of Sponge Bob so it was hands off for me as she flipped and flipped those crabby patties right here in our own greasy spoon of a kitchen.
Olivia was content to watch from the sidelines, as long as she had her toys and her big girl chair. Finally, Isabelle presented her masterpiece of a creation.....The Crabby Patty (which were were not raw, what you are seeing is actually Isabelle's true creation, loaded with ketchup of course).

Second on the menu--BIRTHDAY CAKE, obviously.

Still thinking she was somehow shafted out of a birthday celebration, she decided we needed to have a cake for Big Pop. So we mixed it, baked it, frosted it with pink frosting (Pop's favorite color, she told me), and then garnished it with stars and chocolate sprinkles. We put a ? candle on the top because she still can't grasp the concept of 62 years and we didn't have that many candles, and then we sang 3 times so she could blow out that candle to her heart's content.



Then she cut it and gave us two of the most generous pieces of birthday cake I've ever seen. She poured us both some milk (by this time, Olivia has given up and called it a night) and we sat side by side on the bar stools talking about how good our dinner was and what a good job we did.



We called Big Pop to wish him happy birthday one more time, and then Isabelle looked up and said, "Mom, I need my so-soft blanket. I gotta get in my bed." We brushed our teeth, said a prayer (that we can all get in the car and drive home to see Grandma Nan about 4 times), and then she was out....in less than 5 minutes.




Happy Birthday Big Pop and all you May 13th babies out there....and for you Sponge Bob enthusiasts....A shout out. Good Night and Oh Barnacles!