Happy Birthday, Golda!

Golda had her birthday party early a couple of weeks ago to accomodate her best friend, who moved to Boise right after the ballet recital last week. She had Ruby, Lexie and 2 friends over for dinner and a movie with a Broadway theme. Scott cooked mizythra cheese spaghetti, Texas toast and strawberry cheesecake for the little drama queeens. Later, they watched Hairspray. I missed the whole thing; I had the littles at the pool, out of the way of the festivities. It was nice to have Scott take over and have fun doing it.

Tonight, "Panama Jack" stepped in again, this time to take Ruby and Golda to the Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Golda's "real" birthday. (If you've seen Scott lately, you know I'm referring to his new favorite hat when I say Panama Jack. He looks jauntily tropical these days.) The girls had a really good time with Scott. I was happy to see that Golda wanted her sister there to share in the fun and the Macaroni'n'cheese balls. I never had sisters, so I live vicariously through every joke they share and every fleeting moment when one of them isn't rolling her eyes at the other one. Happy eleventh, Golda!