I survived a 3 year old’s birthday party. There is a lot to be said for that. We had 22 people in our house and they seemed to fit ok. I’ve had more. (roughly 40 for the boy’s 2nd birthday) Only 6 of the people were in the under 10 set. For the most part fun was had by all. The trusty husband whipped up some of his famous hamburgers. The trusty MIL brought a made up macaroni salad (that later caused me to have an allergy attack). And I was the star with my everyone-thought-it-was-too-expensive-but-changed-their-tune-after-they-ate-it birthday cake. The boy received a plethora of gifts including none other than a drum set. Thanks Great Grandpa. Actually the drum set is cool and is another reason why it is fun to have a musician for a grandfather. (He also gave the boy his piano)
The party abruptly ended with a piece of broken post WW2 china. Oleg and his friend Nori decided it would be fun to play tea-party with my china. Bad call on my part for not child proofing the china cabinet. So if anyone has a Sango sugar bowl in the Platina pattern circa 1948ish let me know.
Acutally, I’m not as pissed about the china as I normally would have been. That Sani-tea must be working.
I’ll give you a few photos from the evening. (ok, these are the only good ones I have because I suck at the whole photo taking thing) You’ll just have to wait until Neal emails me the ones he took. That’s why I invite him to these things.
The far too expensive, but nearly gone cake.
Boy clearly enjoying the far too expensive, but nearly gone cake.
And just for good measure. Me and my baby bro. (you may recall a photo of me and Lil’ Bro. this one is Baby Bro)
Today is the boy’s actual birthday, so I’ll try to do a better job of taking photos. But I may be sobbing the day away because my baby is 3.