I think we are about 85% ready for Silas' party tomorrow. I baked 5 dozen cupcakes today (3 dozen chocolate, a dozen berry lemon, and a dozen vanilla gluten-free, and all dairy free because Silas is allergic).
The Pin the Fin on the Shark game is almost done to: We're (almost) ready to party, preschool style :)
Are you ready for a lot of birthday pictures? Okay, here goes...
Above (actually the last picture of the day, just before the bed), Silas poses with the sea creatures I made for him, plus Sherman the worm, of course.
Yesterday, just before leaving for school, Silas poses with his class birthday treat:
I took the day off of work, made 2 dozen donuts, and spent the morning in Silas' preschool class playing with the kids and celebrating Silas' birthday with his class.
He got to open one of his presents a day early...Woo-hoo, a hermit crab!
Thanks Patrick! Silas loves playing the chef at his cafe, which he named The Rusty Marshmallow (he says his first restaurant, Stinky Pie Cafe, closed, but The Rusty Marshmallow is doing well, I am told):
Opening presents from Mom and Dad:
Present for mom: My boys met me at work and we went out for lunch:
And Silas got to open his present from Barb:
She made him this fabulous quilt! Wow!
My cuddly birthday boy and me:
But wait, there's more! Or, there will be. He's having a birthday party this Sunday.
In the Pacific Northwest.
Several nights this week, I woke up and listened to the sound of rain hitting the roof and wondered what we were possibly thinking to plan a park party. We are taking a big gamble but currently the weather reports are somewhat promising. Fingers crossed!
Every time I cut Silas' hair, I get slightly less awful at it.
This time, I used the following video as a tutorial, which proved fairly useful. He's completely resistant to having his hair cut, and will only consent to have me do it if I "threaten" to make him go to the hairdresser instead.
Unlike the charming and obedient child in the video, Silas refused to be pacified with a DVD, so that idea was thrown out the window. He cried bitterly for a bit and then finally sat there and let me cut it, with little complaint and only a bit of squirming. Sheesh. He seems happy with the outcome though, don't you think?
"Take a picture of me making silly faces!" "Take a picture of me where my birthday party is going to be." "Take a picture of me on top of the sea star." "Take a picture of you and me together." Aye-aye, Cap'n!