Here's what I have for you tonight (kind of like behind door number 1, if door number 1 is a birthday boy in a Dr. Seuss t-shirt): an absolute onslaught of party pics. I could tone them down. Or I could own it and share away. I choose the latter.
Happy Birthday Sammy Baby!
|Shame my Mom and I look nothing alike...|
|THE Aunt Nan as in "I make ridiculous birthday cakes" Aunt Nan.|
|Baby show downs ran wild at the party.|
|PK photo bomb.|
He didn't cry.
He didn't cake smash.
He petted it. And looked at it.
|I shoved a piece of the amazing almond sour cream cake in his mouth. This is it being shoved back into my hand.|
|"Am I doing this right?"|
|Gently eating it.|
|Laughing at his new game: he pretends to want to give me a bite, then eats it at the last minute. He's a riot.|
|Our friends Maggie and Kris found a bomber jacket for Sam. Is it Fall yet?|
|Sometimes my friends are really helpful and take pictures for me during the party.|
|Two minutes later he would fall into that table and be sporting a large purple bruise/knot between his eyes. So classy.|
|Can you please note that at the end of his party his WHITE shirt is still clean? Who's kid is this? My black shirt had a considerable amount of frosting on the INSIDE. How does that even happen?|
We came, we saw, we birthday conquered.