
H woke us up at 5:30 a.m. Friday morning announcing it was his birthday. He was so excited and I'm sure felt like a king that day, as he should. He picked out his birthday treats for school months ago, and was so proud of them (he helped make them). I guess they were a huge hit (see below -- they are essentially smores).

The next day was the big party, and it was his first friend-party. Family came down from Wisconsin, and from there, we went to My Gym. H invited 16 boys from school and they all seemed to have a blast. The birthday boy had a smile from ear-to-ear, which made it totally worth it.

To top off the birthday weekend, H had yet another party to go to at ... guess where ... My Gym. You would think he hadn't been there for years, he was so excited to go back. He even did research and asked the teachers how old you can be before you can't have your birthday party at My Gym (it's 9 going on 10, by the way). Needless to say, we are all exhausted. H could barely make it to bed. C was being a total rascal. A even the dog is zonked out behind me right now. But it was a blast.
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