Today Baby Cora(BC) turns 7. And due to the fact that I still have no oven in which to bake a cake, I made a pancake cake for breakfast. It was overwhelmingly sweet but that is the point of birthday cake in my eyes. It only happens once a year, so why not go into a diabetic coma because of it. Also, she is 7 which is so hugely bigger than 6 and deserving of extreme celebratory action. Amazingly enough, Cora has only reminded me of this fact 19 times today. This does not include the three million times over the course of the weekend spent in NYC. We have a tradition with our kids of taking them on adventures for their birthdays and Daddy finally got his way and off we went to the American Museum of Natural History. I should say: off we went to the first floor on the AMNH. We glimpsed the fourth floor and only stood on the landing of the second and third. In nearly 6 hours we saw about a quarter of the museum. I think this has been the greatest of our adventures yet and can't wait to revisit. I need a few months to recover from Times Square and the mangy Cookie Monsters and Elmos that kept trying to hug my kids. Gross. Happy seven years of life sweet girl, may you never be touched by unkempt faux fur again.