Originally posted Dec 10, 2007 

Wow. It was a full-on birthday celebration weekend, and y’all—I am worn slap out. I feel a little like Scarlett O’Hara must’ve felt after working in the fields trying to restore Tara. Fiddle-dee-dee, indeed.

The buckaroos had an absolute blast, but my house now looks like a dinosaur walked in, sneezed, and then exploded. If you’ve ever attempted to turn multiple birthday cakes into the shape of an animal, a toy, or anything recognizable, please avert your eyes now. The following images may cause uncontrollable laughter, side-splitting pains, or full-blown hysteria.

First up: the Brontosaurus… or maybe the Brachiosaurus. Honestly, I’m not sure. They could have looked like this, right? Have you ever seen one in real life? Exactly. So please, hold the laughter—at least until you see the next picture.

And here it is: my family-friendly version of a T-Rex. Isn’t he precious? Terrifying? Lovably lopsided? All of the above?

Then came the moment the buckaroos tore into—what else—dinosaur toys!

After that, they ran wild playing dinos with a few of their friends, roaring, stomping, and causing general prehistoric mayhem.

By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted—stuffed with cake, surrounded by new toys, and worn out from running amuck. Rest was definitely in order.

Because, as Miss Scarlett always reminds us…
“After all, tomorrow is another day!”