My 25th

A "Quarter of a Century"...that's pretty old.




















Note: Twenty-five candles can still fit on a six inch cake!

Or so I've been told... many, many times now. I remember thinking that was a pretty funny thing to say to somebody. Well, frankly, it isn't funny at all! :-P


















Since my sister decided to celebrated Eli's birthday on *MY* birthday, I demanded my own cake. If that spoiled kid gets his own cake, I wanted one too!

and to prove that I'm *NOT* old, I decided to smear birthday cake all over my face... just like my one-year old counter-part.















and of course, like any good mother, my mom was worried that I couldn't do this alone and so she decided to help.














That's a look of "that'll teach her" on my face.






















and at this point, I can't really say anything aside from the fact that my mom can be a bit strange at times. For those of you that have met her, I'm sure you've experienced this first hand.

Happy birthday to me!