Grace turned ten this year.
For her actual birthday, we went to The Cave for dinner. Her choice.
It’s exactly what it sounds like. A restaurant. In a cave.
It’s a pretty cool place. Pun intended.
Per usual we had a sleepover a few days later. The arrival was a little scary.
One of the girls farted as soon as she got into the truck and the windows. Went. Down.
There was ice cream cake…
and a clown.
Bryon got a ton of mileage out of our Haunted Trail Halloween masks. I’m pretty sure he trotted out every one of them before the night was over.
They all screamed like little girls.
We made parachute bracelets. It took a few tries but we finally had success.
For a sleepover…there was very little actual sleep.