it strongly resembled oliver's fourth birthday, minus the pull-my-hair-out playdate party in the 110% humidity.
i'm finding myself in a state of disbelief that i survived having the joint birthday party that saturday, father's day on sunday, and violet's birthday on monday. i'm surprised i didn't explode in a shower of needing-everything-to-be-perfect-but-not-b
fortunately, babies are pretty easy to please and a trip that morning to the park was all that was really neccesary to get the day started off on the right foot. i chose prestonwood park for its abundance of shade trees over the playground. no one wants a pair of singed thighs for their birthday. not really.
there was plenty of swinging to be had and oliver made a stop off in the sand pit.
headed to the park with his new magnifying glass.
i can't believe how much violet's mullet has come in since then. / see if my anxiety is palpable.
you can see the heat of the day creeping into cheeks.
that evening, we returned to the park on lovers to commence once again with the eating of pizza and left over party cake for the non-babies and strawberries for the birthday girl. she dutifully made her way through her gifts and then we transferred our good times back over to the playground for more swinging and duck watching.
okay. straightforward enough. i suppose that's what happens when you wait four months to write an entry.
is that the cupcake you like? psyche!
petting the lion gently. a learning tool.