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Archive for November 1st, 2009

Ava was kindly invited to attend Miss Elizabeth’s Mickey Mouse themed birthday party held at a local kids gym. Ava was in heaven with the mouse-ness everywhere and thrilled with seeing all her little friends and having all this nifty stuff to play on.

Like balance beams:

And the bars:

And a tire swing (with Abby):

There were also games.

Hide and go seek (with Fin):

And several other sorts of games that involved balls, music, and kids randomly going nuts:

Did I mention the ball pit?

OMG. It was like she’d died and gone to heaven. This was her first time in a ginormous ball pit – mainly because I am really freaky over the bazillion and one germs that live in those things – but she LOVED LOVED LOVED it.

Of course there was cake. It was an awesome Mickey Mouse cake from the Sugar Plum Bakery. It was gorgeous with black iced ears and was absolutely delicious to boot. Their buttercream icing is the best I’ve ever had, by the way.

I wish I had a better picture of the cake but this should give you an idea of how mouselike it was. And like Easter bunnies – the ears were the first to go…black icing and all:

As you can see, Rachel (and Kelsey) were there, too.

We finished up the evening by having dinner out with Jenny and Abby at a local Chinese buffet (where Abby stole the night by standing up at dinner and announcing to us all that she had a wedgie) before taking one tired (and sugar coated) little chick home for the night.