It's my party

...and I'll cry if I want to.

At this point, we didn't realize the birthday boy had an ear infection. Poor little birthday boy had to leave his party early to go wait at the insta-care clinic for 2.5 hours and didn't get to blow out his candles or open his gifts. Instead, everyone else ate the cake and then helped clean up so I could go relieve Daddy, who had an important deadline looming for school.

But we still have the "Cohen" banner up on the mirror and I'm sure it will be up until Easter, seeing as it remained for Valentine's Day. And he still insists on forcing us to sing Happy Birthday to him every now and then. Maybe next year's birthday will be a little less painful for the little guy.

And now, some images from this low-key party. And yes, it was low-key like I promised myself it would be; hotdogs, condiments, chips and dip, veggies, and cake. Oh, and if anyone needs rainbow bunting, it's yours for the taking! I'd love to see all of that late night sewing go to good use for someone else.