Ryanne's grandparents are going to be out of town for her actual birthday, so we did a pre-birthday for her today. She got some presents, went swimming at the indoor pool, and enjoyed some tasty funfetti cake.

Dad's delicious ribs, keeping warm (and safe from Stanley) in the oven

Before you ask, she's two, not one hundred and twenty-one.

I like the look on her face here - "Hmmm...this cake IS good."

Opening a present from Numa and Papa. Why is this funny, you ask? Well, I will tell you. On Thursday, I left for the airport at 1 pm for an overnight away - Mark's first night alone with the kids. Ever. I had been gone for no more than 2 hours when Mark took Stanley out back to potty. Ryanne immediately locked the door behind Mark and either refused or was unable to unlock it. He therefore had to shoulder ram the front door, SWAT team style, until it busted open and he could get inside. So the grandparents thought a present which Ryanne could use to practice opening various lock styles would be useful. Or, more likely, they were mocking Mark.

Mark tossing Ryanne through the air. She thought this was great fun.



Alexander puts his feet in the pool for the first time. And someone's legs desperately need some sun.
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