The birthday hat.

Last night was my brother Ken’s birthday dinner. We had fabulous hamburgers, a huge chocolate cake and this Key Lime Pie (made by my friend Natalie. I won it at the relief society service auction and it was awesome.)

As mom was putting candles on the cake, Ken moaned about having to blow them out and listen to us sing. He’s too old, too cool, for those shenanigans. Right? In true Martin family fashion we registered his objections and found a way to ratchet up his discomfort another notch. “Don’t we have a crazy hat he could wear while we sing Happy Birthday?” I asked Mom. On the door of her closet was the perfect thing.

Meet the birthday hat.

(thanks for playing along, Ken!)

Eli loved that hat, which is good since he will be turning one year old this week.

But, Daisy was the one who really embraced the hat. She worked it.

Could we have a little model on our hands? I asked if I could take some pictures of her wearing her new sparkly sunglasses and little pretty did this.