Poor Finn’s birthday came in the middle of escrow craziness, so we have yet to schedule a birthday party for him. However, we did have a family celebration, of course, and I think he had a pretty nice day.
He got some presents.
On the way to dinner — at Five Guys, his pick — I snapped this picture of the brothers.
Peanuts at Five Guys …
And finally, back at home, there was cake.
Among the moving boxes.
Happy Birthday, to my sweet, silly nine-year-old.