We celebrated Martin's first birthday this weekend. Yes, it has already been one year since his rather dramatic entry into the world.
Despite our best efforts he hadn't quite grasped the concept of blowing out the candle. Grabbing it and trying to eat it he had down pat, but blowing was an advanced concept. However, he did enjoy everyone singing "Happy Birthday". I suspect it was because he realised the song was always followed by yummy food.
Lana made a cake to share with the locals at the village store on Saturday. A customer tasted some of the birthday cake and saw Lana nursing Martin.
She asked Lana, "Did you make this cake?"
"You should cook professionally. It is very nice."
"I actually make the muffins for the store."
The customer looked at Martin and suggested, "I suppose you probably wouldn't have the time."
"Oh, I have more at home," Lana replied casually.
"Oh have you?" the customer politely enquired. The rest of the regulars listened in with interest as they could sense what was coming.
"There's five more at home." Lana replied.
"YOU HAVE SIX?" the customer answered with her jaw open.
"No, seven," Lana replied, pointing to Rose sitting beside her drinking a milkshake, "Rose is mine too."
All Lana got was a shocked look and an "Ohhhh."
You just can't buy that type of fun.