Dough nut you know its a celebration?

I love doughnuts. I have passed that love onto Liv. Perhaps that has to do with the fact that often on grocery store trips we may or may not make purchasing and splitting a maple bar part of our routine.  For her birthday, that was her only request.  We put a candle in it and sang the classic, "happy birthday" which she loved.  Thus the connection between birthdays, doughnuts, and singing was made. The problem is that the concept of a birthday only being once a year did not compute so now every time we have a doughnut, she wants a candle and to sing happy birthday. Every single time.

I tried explaining it logically but then I realized, Who the heck cares if we sing and celebrate every time we have a doughnut? So I have given up explaining, and instead enjoy singing happy birthday every time we have doughnuts together. I love it.

Perhaps Grace deserves some good doughnut milk to celebrate her four month birthday that happened a few weeks ago. It blows my mind every time I take one of these pics that another month of living, trying, eating, sleeping, and experiencing has gone by. I don't think I'm soaking it in nearly enough. I love these girls that make up my whole world.