Birthday Week has come and gone here at Team Primrose and it was, more a less, a success. We survived, our families survived, the furbeasts didn’t runaway and most importantly, the boys stuffed their faces with frosting – they never really made it to the cake.
First up, on the boys’ actual birthday (which happened in the middle of the week). We knew we’d do the official cake-smash-in-the-face event the following weekend, but we wanted to do something to commemorate the actual day.
In case anyone who reads this blog didn’t already know, Paul loves him some McDonald’s Shamrock Shake. For one glorious month every year McDonald’s releases their green, minty drink to the masses, in celebration of St. Patrick’s Day. After the first Shake of the year (sometime in February), and realizing that his beloved Shakes now cost something like $4.50 for a small, Paul decided to finally learn to make his own. He found a great recipe had posted a picture of the homemade (and boozey) result on Facebook. I mentioned it at work one day and my co-worker, a fantastic person and mother of 5 year old twins, thought the shake (minus the alcohol, obviously), topped with mounds of whipped cream and a fancy straw, would be the perfect birthday treat for the boys.
It was perfect suggestion not only because Paul loves Shamrock Shakes and the boys were born during the one time a year you can buy a Shamrock Shake, but this green, minty concoction also helped fund the first Ronald McDonald House. We spent nearly a month living at the Billings Ronald McDonald House last year, Sully spent the first 2 1/2 weeks of his life living there, and we are forever grateful for their existence. How could we not give the boys a bit of Shamrocky goodness on their birthday?
They were homemade, of course, because who knows (or really wants to know) what’s really in a McDonald’s Shamrock Shake. They mainly just at the whipped cream on top, but we didn’t expect anything different. We got to eat the actual shakes, then. Win-win!
Last weekend we were fortunate enough to be able to celebrate the boys’ birthday with their Nana and Pop-Pop, Grandpa Joe, Grandma Kitty, Auntie Jenn, Uncle Phil, Miss B, J-Bear, Auntie Abbey and Uncle Dude (Dan). Uncle Chad, Aunt Melissa and Cousin Parker couldn’t make it because of the weather (oh March weather in Wyoming, you’re a fickle one, aren’t you?). And thanks to FaceTime, Grandma and Grandpa joined us when the boys dug into their cupcakes.
We didn’t do anything particularly formal or extravagant, we just thought the boys’ birthday would be a good excuse to get family together. We’ll throw bigger parties when the boys are old enough to actually remember the event.
Happy Birthday to me sweet babies, who are officially no longer babies. Can’t wait to see what the next year brings.