We invited our friends over for a little cake and ice cream Sunday evening to casually celebrate Gigi's birthday a week early. We figured more people would be available now than Labor Day weekend.
Henry and C seem made for each other. They rode back and forth with Henry riding the bike, and C standing on the training wheel supports. Dangerous, but adorable.
We ended up with eleven kids, and somehow the party evolved into a bicycles in front of the house extravaganza. The weather was perfect, the conversation lively, and the kids were all smart enough to stay on the sidewalk. We kept counting to make sure we had all eleven children. When I only came up with ten, we looked and found the eleventh eating frosting out of a can in the kitchen.
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