My dad's birthday happens to be the day after mine, which is awesome because that means cake for two days straight.
And it's a good thing, too, because cake turned out to be the perfect way to drown our deep, excruciating sorrow over the 49ers painful loss.
My sweet mother whipped up the dinner of all birthday dinners, and the college kids came home for the day to celebrate with us (we missed Alysha and Jason terribly).
I love my crazy family.
When it comes to food, James is proving to be insanely assertive.
What was supposed to be a gushy photo op quickly turned into damage control when the boy grabbed the caramel frosting off one of the chocolate cupcakes and wasted no time shoving it directly into his mouth.
At least we know he won't be afraid of his first birthday cake (poor Lola).
We didn't have birthday candles, but we Rogers are known for our unparalleled improvisational skills.
Happy birthday to my wonderful father!
It takes a great man to willingly share his birthday cake with his daughter, and for that I will be eternally grateful.
Here's to hoping all the chocolate can pull him out of the deep depression that all die-hard Niners fans are battling tonight.