
Tonight we went to an Irish pub for dinner and drinks, to celebrate my 40th birthday. Emma sat between me and her Grandma, and was definitely the life of the party. She ate, made conversation, helped me blow out the candle on my sundae, and then gave Grandma and me kisses too. Plus, she talked to Grandma in the car non-stop both to the restaurant and back home. She kept talking about the ocean, the beach, and a thousand other things, including a ''cotton candy kayak'' she wants (she has seen kayaks that are blue and look like the color of cotton-candy-flavored lollipops).
See the similarity?

For me, it was a great birthday -- I got "flamingoed" (see the other picture of Emma hugging one) and had a terrific dinner with Nichole, Jordan, Emma and my Mom. If Abbi could have been there too, it would have been perfect.
Emma certainly seemed to have a good time, that's for sure. Then, when we put her down for the night, she gave me hugs, and sang "Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to Daddy... Happy Birthday to you." It was very sweet, and we were a bit surprised that she kept it fairly close to the actual lyrics of the song!