Wow. First night I almost forgot to post. That was close.
Survived the Thanksgiving-Birthday nexus. Lowell woke up at 6:45 and asked for his presents and cake. Explaining to a 3-year-old that he has to wait almost 12 hours until presents and cake was UN-fun. He tried his best logic on us ("But it's my birthday now!") but, alas, our cruel rule stood. He was able to open some presents though, because even our mettle is not that strong. (Just an aside, your kid's birthday is a really bad day to run out of AA batteries.) Our dinner was really, really good (especially since I had almost zero hand in the cooking of it). Even though I was a little nervous about hosting since we're not exactly at the top of our game these days everybody pitched in and we had a great time. After dinner the birthday cake (actually birthday pie) was finally delivered. It was worth the wait. At least for me. Lowell was so happy and excited that I teared up, unexpectedly, while singing "Happy Birthday." I forgot what a joy birthdays can be. As long as they aren't mine.
i didn't think it was possible, but the hats are even cuter on!!! happy birthday lowell...where does the time go?
Posted by: lea | November 24, 2007 at 02:18 PM