Our Tabitha turned seven this year.  Spunky, girly, intense, opinionated, insightful, tremendously intelligent, tornado-like Tabitha turned 7.  “God’s special number.” 

Breakfast fail… someone put the puff pastry package in the fridge instead of the freezer a few nights before.  It was impossible to unwrap it, so instead it just got rolled out-ish.  Still yummy.

 

Nan and Nene came over for dinner… pancakes, sausage, and orange juice.  YUM!

Johanna watched carefully… her birthday is next. 

A fan for her bedroom.  I love easy-to-please people!

And she mercifully asked for an easy-to-make cake from the microwave!
Molten Lava Cake. 
YUM some more!

Happy birthday, Doodle Bug.