This weekend was a big birthday weekend for us. Michael turned 23 and Christian turned 10 on Saturday, while Joey’s 7th birthday was Sunday. Birthdays at the Cimorelli house are always interesting not only because of the large number of people, but because over half of the kids just happen to share birthdays. Michael and Christian share February 18th, Christina and Lauren share August 12th, and Lisa and Nick share September 19th.
This particular weekend started off with Dani up early making birthday pancakes for Michael and Christian and anyone else who wanted any. By the time Joey woke up, they were all gone, but Christina was gracious enough to make another batch. After breakfast, Michael took Christian to the neighborhood Starbucks, where they both got a free birthday drink.
I spent the day making a chocolate birthday cake for the big birthday dinner, along with potato salad, bean salad, a green salad, and grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. I also made a poppy seed cake at Joey’s request to have for his birthday breakfast the next day. Dinner was delicious, followed by cake and presents. Michael then had a friend over, while Christian and Joey played with their new toys (Christian got a magic kit and a Rip Stick, and Joey got some Lincoln Logs and roller blades).
On Sunday, we woke up to a hilarious issue of “The Cimorelli Times” written by Dani. She periodically puts out a family newspaper, which is always good for a laugh. Then we had a birthday breakfast of 18 eggs, a package of bacon (I would have made two, but someone ate one of them – a typical problem around here), the poppy seed cake, and orange juice. Katherine came in just in time to finish the eggs and got no bacon (as it was all gone), and by the time Michael got up, well, there was no food left at all except a piece of poppy seed cake. Around here, it’s “you snooze, you lose”. Oh, well.
After church, Katherine took Joey to sushi for lunch, and when he got home, Michael took Christian and Joey to Baskin Robbins for a free birthday ice cream for each of them. Meanwhile, Alex lit a nice fire in the fireplace, but didn’t check the flue, and the house filled up with smoke, which is still burning my throat as I write. Ah, such is life in the Cimorelli house….
Happy birthday, boys!