Sunday, April 19, 2009
Happy Birthday Jack: The Grandparents Edition
For me, the party can be summed up in three pictures
Sweet baby gluttony:
35 pounds of what-do-you-mean-the-majority-of-those-gifts aren't-mine-rage wrapped up in balloons
But there was other stuff, too.
Like favor bags for Harry and Jack and their cousins (who had a nasty stomach flu and couldn't come to the party)
Little Monster cookies
Little Monster cookies wrapped up in bags tied with Little Monster tags
A cake with Little (frosting glop) Monsters
And of course a little monster
and his older brother, the holy freaking terror
Harry spent some serious time being Balloon Man
Jack played with his crown
And was adorably dainty with his smash cake
Although he did put so much frosting in his ear that it made him cry
But he posed for a couple of pictures
Harry tore through his big brother gifts
and opened most of Jack's
He even commandeered Jack's new motorcycle
and called Jack Robin and made him ride on the back
Harry has been doing this thing lately-- he must have his hands wiped every time he touches anything squishy or crummy or slimy. He demands that we wipe him off even when he has a napkin on his lap. He sticks his hands in the air and yells, "Who's going to wipe my hands?" Today, I was a teeny bit annoyed with the constant request, so I wiped his hands. On his face.
Luckily, he liked it.
I had a bad moment after everyone left and Harry fell asleep on the couch and Ben and Jack went grocery shopping and I was all alone in the boys' room cleaning out their closet. Jack has outgrown so many teeny pairs of pants and small shirts. He's getting so big, so sweet.
Replacing Jack's outgrown jeans and polos with rows of Harry's jeans and polos from last year, I was surprisingly sad that this could be the last first birthday party I throw.
It's gone in a blink.