I'm feeling it tonight... stress. I'm sure it's just an aftershock of the Thanksgiving - funeral - Christmas - wedding anniversary - New Year's - son's birthday - daughter's birthday quake we've just come through. We held the 
final birthday party of the season last night and now it's time to face the tidal wave of exciting, but relentless obligations I've signed up for this spring. According to my calendar, I'll come up for air again in, oh... June? Isaac's feeling it too. He's taking a late-evening booster nap to prep for the long push. I'm blogging.
Last night's shindig was a family dinner for Charlotte, now 2, who adores all things piggish. It was also Elijah's only celebration with extended family, hence the pigs and monsters. It was a sprint. The objective was: put together a tasty meal and just enough decoration-cuteness that there'll be something to photograph and something to remember, unwrap a few presents, deal out big hugs, clean up, and move on. Sound lack-luster? It wasn't. It was quite fun, like a birthday-party challenge. I was able to chill on the pretty-perfect angle and go for crafty-campy. And with glowing success... see that sloppy frosting? One of the monsters even lost his teeth.
So, Happy Birthday to Charlie!
(Or is it Charley? I've never had to spell that nickname before. )
Have you ever seen a two-year-old this excited about a present? This baby gets it, the whole birthday thing. Happy Birthday to You has even made it onto the bedtime-song playlist. Giddy-up, horse!
Next post: green chandelier.
