My boys (all of them) performed a birthday song for me this morning. It was SO cute. I almost died from cuteness overload. I wanted to squeeze them and squish them and mush them up until they formed a play dough ball of looove.

We had cheesey scones for breakfast.

We out to lunch with my parents for dimsum. I taught Callum how to eat chicken feet. He LOVED it. I beamed with Chinese pride.

We ate a lush blueberry birthday cake with ice cream.

In the evening, Andrew and I went out for a long exquisite dinner. Fine European gourmet at The Gala. Then watched a movie.

It was a happy tingly toes day.

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