Grandma Renee came by Wednesday night with an enormous birthday cake for Dane!! We loved seeing her, and now we have a ton of delicious leftover ice cream cake in the freezer. (I'm trying not to eat another piece right now. ;-)
Update 3/24: Oh, evil cake. Why do you call me late at night down to the freezer to consume large slices of you? Wicked cake, I now search for a workout class to help me lose the constant reminder of you around my waist. Bad cake, Bad!!
