We had the big party before Peter’s birthday, but we still had a little family fun on his actual birthday. We have a tradition that we start celebrating first thing in the morning, and I usually put a single birthday candle in the birthday honoree’s bowl of cereal/oatmeal. I lit the candle and turned away for half a second to get the camera (bad mom!) and the poor little guy grabbed the flame. Hence the big tears:
Things looked up from there. He had a good day of playing, eating, napping, playing, napping again, and eating birthday dinner with the family. Sounds like my kind of day! He wasn’t quite over the trauma from the morning’s candle incident, as documented here:
1. Happy and full from dinner.
2. Oh, what is that, Dad?
3. OK, now I remember. Get it away!
4. Alright, hurry up with the song before I lose it!
5. Mmmm…chocolate.
6. Whew, all better and happy again.
We went outside to open presents, and he was loving his new drum.
Who doesn’t love a huge pile of packing peanuts for their birthday??
And here’s one of many attempts at a sibling photo. Peter is so loved by all of us. Happy birthday, sweet little one!
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