We knew we'd spend Ben's actual birthday mostly in the car and running the kids all over the place and celebrating Dorothy at The Little Gym, so we kicked the weekend off with a lovely and debaucherous bowling birthday party for Ben. I don't have many pictures because everyone got super drunk.
Well, not me. I had a couple of cocktails before dinner at 6:00, but then I stopped drinking and ate a bucketfull of fried food so that I could be a sober driver at 12:30. Good thing, too, because WE GOT PULLED OVER dropping some friends at the golf course bar because Ben's FREAKING HEADLIGHT was out in the Prius. He was like, oh yeah, my left headlight's out just as I turned on a really dark road, and seconds later. sirens and flashing lights. We have 10 days to fix it and mail the officer a receipt or we get a ticket. And by we I mean Ben who got the warning even though he wasn't driving. Ha!
Poor Ben. His suspicions proved true: after Friday night, he was no longer the focus of our attention. We spent the rest of the weekend feting Dorothy, our sweet little Ides of March girl, with a trip to Frolic With the Fairies and her first friend birthday party.
Below is me 14 minutes after we pulled in. I pulled that shit together, in other words.
last year, we dressed Dorothy in her fairy best and headed to the most adorable little toddler rave in the world. Like last year, SHE LOVED IT.
Ben and I just demolished leftover birthday pizza, and I ate 2 pieces of Dora cake. Now we have a good bottle of wine and some terrible TV. It's shaping up to be a good birthday after all.