Birthday explosion!

September is definitely the month to be born in...6 people in my and Adam's family were born in September. We had a giant party, complete with piñata, for Me, Becca, Roy & Dempsey. This is how it went down in Hurricane...




It's pretty much pure torture to expect a fat kid to sit and stare at a chocolate cake.


We have a drama queen on our hands. If meals and naps are not kept on a strict rotation we have total meltdown. I'm pretty sure she gets it from her dad's side of the family. 'winky face'






After about 5 minutes of digging, she finally got to the actaul cake, but by then she was already spiraling into a frosting induced coma.



The rest of us had to share a cake, which pretty much proves that life doesn't get much better after after childhood ends. Live it up while you have the chance, my children.



Becca's mom, who hails straight from the motherland i.e. El Salvador, was attempting to teach us gringos proper piñata etiquette. It involved blindfolds, spinning, counting, and the crowd heckling a dizzy person with a bat...it was like trying to recreate a drunken riot without the alchohol.



Of course, everyone was surprised at my pent-up rage. All I need do is imagine the roaches, mice, and ants that once bombarded that very kitchen and no piñata within 20 miles is safe.



Trent(right) was having a nice time making us all look silly as we swung into thin air and missed the dancing target.

Adam gets the award for killing the piñata as he continued to beat it's lifeless cardboard frame long after it had exploded all over the ground.



Then propor protocol states that you use the cones from the piñata to collect the candy...yum, candy canes in September, just what I had been wishing for. :)