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So. Much. Cake.

After this weekend, I can consider my cake quota met for the entire year month.  Birthday cake on Saturday to celebrate Baby B's 2nd and again on Sunday for P's baptism?  Amazeballs.  We left Chicago early (ish) on Saturday and were excited to have made the trip in only 4 hours as Google Maps lied and said 5 hours.  I'll admit, it's been quite some time since I've attended the kids party portion of a birthday party, especially for a toddler.  I can only imagine how overwhelmed the kids felt because there were so many people there!  What an amazing turnout!  I got to share the gift I had made for Baby B -- can I still call him that, even though he is officially 2 now?  Oh well, I'm going to anyway -- a blanket I crocheted for him!  When his mom held it up, I immediately wanted to go back to JoAnn Fabrics and get more yarn to make another one as I remembered how warm & snuggly it was to make!
Seriously B?  Could you be any cuter?  I contend that you could not.
As the boring Fairy Godmother of Baby B, I shower him in books. 
Though this time I scored big with books shaped like both firetrucks and bulldozers! 
Thanks Home Goods!

Spent some great quality time w/ the family and the kids grandma & grandpa too which was great.  Pizza and wine Saturday evening was the best ending to a day I've seen in a while.  Thanks guys!

I just love when the guys play together; it wears them both out.  :)


Sunday morning I woke up to the chatter of little people, something I'm not really used to; it was great.  Headed to church w/ coffee in hand and celebrated Baby P's baptism -- and again, we had cake.  Not just any cake.  Blow your mind cake.  Frosting that is clearly not good for you and made with sugar sugar, not some healthy version of it.  Paired with good ol' fashioned church coffee, it was perfect.

Could stare at this babe for days & not get bored.  So.  Much.  Love!
So fancy on her big day! 
Baby P is wearing a baptism gown made from her momma's wedding dress made by Grandma! 
Loved it!


We headed home around 3:30 and stopped in the Wisconsin Dells.  Whenever we have a big gathering of friends up there, we try to get into the Classic Denny's for breakfast & it's always packed.  Every single time, we end up at the Wintergreene Grill instead.  So we thought we'd try and see how it was -- duh.  It's the same as every other Denny's in the world.  Flippin' disgusting.  I regret every moment of that meal. Bleh.  Got home around 8:30 and prepared ourselves for a busy week before doing it all again!

Because we wouldn't be Los Porchs if we weren't constantly doing 12 things at once!

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