Sam had a great birthday. Rob’s parents came to help us celebrate, too. We went to the park, I baked a cake, we sang, smashed the cake, ate the cake, opened presents, then crashed. All of us. We learned the hard way that Sam and cake are not a good combination; sleeping was rough last night. He woke up at 2:30 a.m., ready for the day. After having a bottle, then throwing it up all over himself and Rob, he played downstairs with Rob until 4:30, when he crashed until 10:00 a.m. It was a rough night. But we had a blast! Here is some photographic evidence of the fun and destruction.
Party hats! Sam is not a fan. It lasted about two and a half minutes.
Here’s the ball popper from Uncle Ang. He had just woken up in this one and wasn’t quite awake. He finds this thing hysterical and belly laughs really hard as he tries to catch the little balls as they pop into the air.
The bead box from Mommy and Daddy
Cake. I have much to learn about decorating cakes.
Cake with candle.