Seventy-one

Bobbi's birthday is today!!! Her first birthday home with her family. Although there was some Bulgaria-sickness, the day was in general a great success, including some fun messages via Facebook from some of the people she misses the most from her old home.

We started with special breakfast cereal (chocolate bunnies), and a few presents from family members, then shared brownies with her therapists (Lori's birthday is tomorrow!) and spent the afternoon baking cakes in preparation for her big party tomorrow.

Way back when we first met her, we'd talked about restaurants, and told her we don't really go out to eat much, but that sometimes for birthdays or something special like that we will, so she was all ready to go out tonight.

There's a pretty decent Mexican restaurant very close to our house. Rinnah left today (with my mom) to visit my sister and family in England, so we sent Owen on his bike, and the rest of us fit in Bigger Blue. Amazingly, we had a relatively peaceful dinner! The photos aren't so great, but you can see all of us...

 ...AND, the fancy birthday hat they brought with Bobbi's complimentary dessert and Happy Birthday song!

(And where did the title of this post come from? Well, it's Bobbi's way of dealing with the repeated question from Matt's mom: Oh, it's your birthday? Well, how old are you? Bobbi: Fifty-five. or Fifty-eight. or Eighty-nine. or One hundred twenty. but her favorite was Seventy-one. Close to seventeen, but just different enough to make the repetition something humorous, and thus tolerable. We're so proud of the way she is learning patience!)