Parties wear me out.
I really should have spaced my children farther apart because we just have to do this again in a few weeks.
Anywho, in case you've been living on the edge of your seat this weekend wondering how it went, it went well. Only one broken item, one toy bounced off a noggin, two time outs, one fall in the mud, and one crying child, but like Donkey always says, "It isn't a party until someone cries"
He was pretty thrilled with the Diego cake after all. And unlike lastyear, he ate more than he wore.
Everyone take a good look at the cake. I want it to be remembered forever because the bakery is extremely proud of their art work and charges accordingly. It was very tasty, even if the sickingly sweet frosting sent my newly pregnant friend heaving to the restroom.
The bouncy house was a big hit. We were prepared to swim in it after all the rain we've had but the skies parted and the sun shone and the kids had a blast. Thanks to Grandpa for spending two hours lifting all the little ones (and not so little ones) through the hole at the top. Best. Fun. Ever.
Adam is now three.
This is what three looks like.
If you miss the two face, you'll have to look here. You'll be seeing this one until he turns four.
Isn't three fun?
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