The big day. He started celebrating his birthday the moment his feet hit the ground this morning. We had breakfast on the patio, visited his aunt (our daughter), played with the neighbor's corgis for an hour or so, decorated the house for the party, went shopping for last minute favors and silly string, played with this cousins, had a great party, blew out all the candles (on two trys), tried on some of his new clothes, played some more and finally the day was over and away he went with his daddy and step-mother. And what impressed him most? The fact that I could blow up all the balloons and he couldn't do anything but spit into them. It didn't even matter that I couldn't turn them into animals or crazy hats - just blow them up. Sometimes it takes so little.
All dog pictures taken by the birthday boy.
Wore the dogs but not the boy out.
1 comment:
What a super grandmother you are....silly string, ummhum. I bet you kissed him until he was embarassed.
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