The weekend after I returned from Prague, we headed to Georgia to celebrate all kinds of birthday goodness and to do some support raising.
Thanks to all our schedule weirdness this year, Sam has no clue that normal birthdays only last a day. Or that most people only get one birthday cake a year. But needless to say, he was thrilled with his very own mountain of cookies, topped off by a special celebrity friend:
The next morning, we celebrated Jake with a birthday [+8 days] breakfast. And by letting him sleep in, with a special wakeup call: