hail to the princess

Brinley’s glorious and brilliant days as a Kindergartner are getting closer and closer. The princess is five years old! We’re so proud of Binnie and the help she’s been at home with cleaning, moving, and keeping Ro-dog and/or Elea-moose entertained while Mommy and Daddy have toiled away unpacking and organizing her castle. We are grateful servants!

The Princess wants. The Princess gets. The Princess requests pink candy on her cake. Well whaddyaknow, pink Skittles. Score!

She’s a working princess, mostly because she wants things done her way.

If pink candy wasn’t enough, the cake and frosting must also be pink. A real princess ain’t afraid to get dirty.

All this work of pink can make a princess exhausted. I command my servant Sir Drew to provide the traditional sugar rush. Proceed!

The sugar is flowing and the princess is back on shedule. Yes, schedule.

But, for good measure, let the princess have one more!

The masterpiece is almost complete, with princess-sharp perfection!

No complaints here. Think Cinderella never picked up a mop after the wedding? Think again! 

I know you want to see a pic of the cake, but you’re going to have to wait a little longer. We are enjoying apple-cinnamon pancakes with whipped cream, bananas, and pineapple, as ordered by her majesty. Maybe dis ere princess be from de island? Yah mahn!

Behold, the sugary gateway to happiness! How divine!

I command Daddy to ignite the beacons of beauty! All hail! The princess is five!

These beacons of beauty were the special re-igniting kind. Specifically requested of course, so that her majesty could make multiple wishes. What did she wish for? She’s not telling!