This past weekend we celebrated my baby-boy’s 6th birthday. We had planned on celebrating on Saturday, but then…
First thing in the morning…
my tough-guy started puking.
One of the most amazing things about this boy is that he NEVER complains when he is sick. He pukes out of nowhere and then goes right back to whatever he was doing before. (He is his father’s son for sure. My husband always works right through a sickness, barely acknowledges it.)
So, we had to cancel the party, despite the protests of my boy.
Then on Sunday morning, we surveyed the damage, decided our amazing birthday-boy was no worse for the wear (despite the previous day’s sickness), and made some calls informing the village-people that the party was back on. Just delayed a day.
My Cyclone decided to use his toys to decorate for the party:
And party we did…
There was jumping, and presents, and ninja-turtle cake…
And of course the “big” present:
My husband bought our son his very first BB gun, (a Red Rider BB gun no less). And the joy on the faces of both father and son was priceless.
(His stance could use some work…Please, oh PLEASE, don’t shoot your eye out!!!)
It was a great day, made even better considering that all of our guest were willing to be canceled on, and then re-invited the next night.
Everyone was so flexible and kind.
I’m very grateful!
Thank you, thank you friends!!
The next morning we woke up to the sounds of our boy playing with his new presents:
There were toys all over the floor, discarded drinks and plates all over the counters:
and a very happy 6 year old boy in the middle of it all.
It was a great party!