Call us gluttons for punishment, but Pat came home from the concert tonight and decided Savannah (who had woken up when the feral cat kept banging on the back door to be fed) needed a cupcake.
It was shortly after midnight Wednesday so it's technically her birthday.
She didn't take to the cupcake right away, but once I took the paper off the sweet little concoction she realized it was a treat.
I tried to pick some of the best shots to share.
Happy Birthday to our sweet little girl... who is now asleep in her Daddy's arms... shortly after she got her second bath of the night and a fresh pair of PJs.
Now she only has two more cake on the face events to enjoy...