Saturday started off a little rough with Little girl # 2 falling flat on her face outside on some concrete. She really showed the ground who’s boss. It’s a great way to start out a birthday party.
Friends and family converged on our home to eat my food and take up some space, oh and celebrate Elliott’s 2nd birthday.
Yes Ali, a party, but I lack the ability to plan anything fun so deal with it.
We ate. A lot.
There were present. None for me of course.
I had to edit the cleavage out as I didn’t realize I was hanging out.
And of course there were cupcakes.
Of course now my house is a wreck and I’m going into OCD convulsions about having to clean it again. Over all I think it was a success and I didn’t even have to hire and signing monkey or a dancing bear. Maybe next year.
My mom and sister helped out a lot with getting things ready last minute, which was a big help. (You could have stayed to clean up thought, Sheesh!)
Keep dreaming Mom.
Ease up old man, hold back the enthusiasm.
We have a hard time keeping my dad from dancing on the table during parties. Don’t let that crazy facial hair fool you. He is a party animal.
I have always secretly wanted to be a party planner. It would be so much easier if it were in someone else's house though.
Getting dad to smile will be the day you get to pet a unicorn.
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