Indeed, my birthday was a couple of weeks ago. As you can see, ORBJ wasn't happy about something. Being 3, the smallest detail can set her off. If I remember correctly, it was something about the blueberries on the cake. Can you tell how old I am? If not, ask FABJ - she's happy to tell everyone my age!
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| 2 of out 3 household members were happy during this picture |
For my birthday, we went out for dinner to a restaurant called
Neon. The kids love it because it has a soft serve ice cream machine in the restaurant - a cone is provided with your meal. ORBJ ate the biggest ice cream cone she's ever had, yet she still had room for a slice of birthday cake when we returned home.
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| Can't look - too busy with noodles |
Needless to say, it was an enjoyable birthday. I received several nice gifts. The kids got me an Ireland rugby jersey (on which my colleagues complemented me when I wore it work the following week). LBJ got me a magnetized wall map for my office at UCD, where I can track my world travels. Best of all, I got two birthday dinners out of it, as LBJ took me to
Vintage Kitchen earlier in the week. It seems like every time we go out for dinner, it rains. This was no exception.
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