We’ve finally reached the end of our six-week long birthday family extravaganza. Poor DadJovi, by the time we reach his birthday, we’re almost birthday-ed out. Almost.

But I won major wife-of-the-year points by getting up before the sun, and instead of squeezing in one final training run for this weekend’s Royal Family 5K at Disney (more on that later), I headed to Krispy Kreme for some Hot Donuts Now for the birthday boy.

I think it may have been his best birthday breakfast ever.

Funny story about the picture above. Can you tell that E is basically still asleep? Lately, she’s been crawling into our bed around 3 or 4. When I got back at 7:30 with the donuts, DadJovi woke her up and said, “Mommy brought us treats for breakfast!” She shot up, grabbed a donut, inhaled (seriously INHALED) half a donut with sprinkles then laid right back down. About a minute later, she sits back up and says, “Mommy, my belly hurts.” I picked her up and started walking toward her bathroom, thinking she just had to go potty, and she then puked into my hands. Motherhood is so glamorous, no?

Anyway. We all went off to work and school and then it was time for the event my husband looks forward to all year — dinner at Kobe, aka Where the Dinner is the Show (an old “Simpsons” line).

Honestly, he loves it so much. It’s frightening his devotion to the place. He’s already promised me that if we ever win the lottery, one of our first investments will be a teppanyaki table and chef to make every meal for us. Issues, people. He’s got issues with the place.

As we waited for our table, the restaurant started throwing all its charms at E. to get her as addicted as her father. Its first trick? Koi fish. That you can feed. For a quarter!

Then it was time for Kobe to work her magic on the birthday boy. I thought he couldn’t love it anymore. But then we met Tam.

Honestly, he was hysterical. Busting out R. Kelly lyrics and taunting other chefs as he was cooking. If you ever go to the Kobe in Altamonte Springs, you MUST request his table. And he was so sweet to E. He kept calling her baby and giving her more noodles (her favorite).

I think DadJovi’s favorite part of Kobe is its ridiculous glass statue cups. He collects them. Seriously. I recently banished them all to the garage but he keeps insisting that they’re coming back into the kitchen. He calls them “good kitsch.” I call them horrendous. But now he’s got E hooked on ’em. So her apple juice came served in a Sumo wrestler. To me, the placement of the straw just seems wrong, no?

It was a lot of fun, even if it makes you never want to eat again. SO.MUCH.FOOD. Ugh. If I can’t finish the 5K, I’m totally blaming Tam.

But the birthday boy loved it.

After dinner, we knew we were way too full to just go home so we decided to work some of the soup-salad-noodles-veggies-rice-shrimp-lobster-steak-and-potatoes (ugh) with a round of mini-golf. When we got there, the line was so long (on a Thursday night? random).

So we headed into hell Chuck-E-Cheese to kill some time. E and her Daddy are both arcade game nuts. I think she was starting to fade but if you look way in the background of this pic, you can DadJovi challenging the water race game.

It was finally golf time. While E. enjoyed amazingly getting hole-in-one after hole-in-one (perhaps it could have been because she kept putting her ball about 2 inches from the hole) …

… a death match raged: Jovi v Jovi. We played skins. You win the hole, you win a point. It was a hard-fought battle. And despite the fact that I actually tripped backwards and fell on the golf course (unfortunately that’s a true story. I blame my overstuffed belly for throwing off my equilibrium) I hung in there ’til the end.

It came down to Hole 18. DadJovi was up 1. But then, I beat him by a stroke to take the hole and tie the game (seriously, why does golf sound so dirty?). A tie was as good as a victory to me! Some weren’t as excited by the death match.

Ah well. Someday we won’t allow her to take those easy shots. In this family, we play to win. Even if it is someone’s birthday.

What are your family’s birthday traditions?