A certain little girl round these parts turned four recently. Of course, she needed a birthday shirt. Little Miss K loves dinosaurs and specifically requested a dinosaur birthday party. Mama didn't make it to the fabric store to get dinosaur fabric when I came home from Egypt so she had to settle for butterflies. K didn't seem to mind, in fact she didn't even seem to notice the shirt's complete lack of reptiles. Perhaps it was just that the dinosaur crown made up for it.
Then again, maybe it was the dinosaur pompoms hanging around the room. (We had to make them after seeing these.)
But, now that I think about it, it was probably all the dinosaurs that came to celebrate with her that made the so special. Grandmasaurus, Grandpiopteryx, Mirandaraptor, Jeremysaurus, Mamamimus, Papaceratops, Grandpadactyl, and Brotherodon all came to wish K-asaurus-Rex a good day. (All the toy dinosaurs from her preschool classroom were able to come down from the shelf and come to the party too.)
However, it may have been the dinosaur cake Papaceratops whipped up that made this the best darn dinosaur party ever. In case you're curious - he's an iguanadon. (The cake - not the Papa.)
I suppose none of that really matters. She had a fantastic day surrounded by people who love her, and in the end that's what's really important.