Sophia turns 2 and Brandon 32

Recently (if a month ago counts as recently, and it does), Sophia had a birthday. We celebrated the day by making a chocolate cake.

Then we went to the pool where we met Brandon and had dinner at "The Restaurant." Afterwards we came home and sang Happy Birthday, opened presents,

and Brandon and I ate cake. So far for children's cake, we're 0 for 4. But truthfully, the cake which was something French and involved half a pound of chocolate, a pound of butter, and no flour at all, was not for Sophia anyway. After the attempted cake, we all had a dinner party with Sophia's presents (well, only she fit the dress).

For Brandon's birthday, we didn't have cake, but we did have three days of celebratory food. He had rice and milk (his request) for breakfast on Wednesday morning, Eggs Benedict for dinner that evening (again his request). Thursday night we went out to dinner and had ice cream. And today we had a full Southern dinner, complete with fried chicken, coleslaw, mashed potatoes, hushpuppies, and watermelon. While enjoying our tribute to Southern cookery, we mused that it was very likely that of all of the 80 million inhabitants in the country, we were the only ones enjoying such a repast. Those poor other 79,999,995 people.