Sunday Snoozer + 4 Years

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Yesterday I tried to feed CC (Cranky Caris) some lunch but she didn't want any. I left her in the highchair to wait it out until her Dad came home (we get home 3 hours earlier than him...but don't worry, she wasn't sitting there for 3 hours) She didn't quite make it.
{Poor future pastor's kid}
And a Happy 4th Birthday goes out to our 4 legged family member, Patch. In years past, he would've gotten a bone, a candle and a pathetic rendition of "Happy Birthday". This year he's getting a Birthday Bowl made up of 1 side of burned-to-a-crisp cheese sandwich, bread crust, 1  squishy grape and torn up pieces of a fig newton. Nothing says Happy Birthday like a birthday bowl! 

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