Cupcakes and Chuck E. Cheese

Yesterday Kensley turned 2 and a half years old. When I was little (and I think for most kids) it was very important when you turned a half year older. I always remember telling everyone, "I am three and a half!" so I figured when I became a mother it would be something fun and special if we celebrated that half birthday. Once I had my daughter it became even more important because I realized just how precious each and every day is. I have seen mothers who have lost their children much too early and I want to make sure I never forget how blessed I am. I want my children to never forget just how much we love them. Oh, and its another good reason to have cake. ;)

We started off the day by going to a new cupcake shop that opened in our town. They specialize in the most amazing cupcake flavors and to be honest I was really, really hoping they would have red velvet cake. (Note to self: Must start back on my diet tomorrow).







You can see to my great pleasure they had red velvet and it was sooo delish!



We tried to get out of the shop without giving her the cupcake, but the birthday girl insisted. So she had a cupcake for breakfast. Call the parent police on us.









We stopped for some Chick-fil-a in the car and then it was off to Chuck E. Cheese! Can I just say that I have never been to a Chuck E. Cheese? I know. I lived a sheltered life. I have heard horror stories about these kind of places. Festering with germs and completely disgusting. Ours was just newly renovated though and I figured now would be a good time to go.



And we completely hit the Chuck E. Cheese lottery. Since school is back in session there were literally two other kids there with their parents. We had free range over that place, and we took it over.



Of course any game that involved balls were Kensley's favorite. We played Skee Ball countless times. On the way out Dave told me he though he blew his arm out from throwing all day long.







We all had a great time and it really all comes down to the point that we were together. I know when she gets older she isn't going to remember the 10 cent bracelet and straw she won at the end of the day. She is going to remember sitting on her daddy's lap and the fact that he blew his arm out throwing balls to win her as many tickets as we he could. We will look at this picture and laugh at the fact that we were all trying to smash our heads together to fit inside the little red circle when in fact we didn't have to, it was just a reference to the center of the photo. She will remember that today was a great day. Well, she is only two and a half so maybe she won't.




But I will.