And finally here is the birthday boy in his wee party crown from the Disney store just prior to us singing happy birthday to him. He really had no time for organized events at his party thanks to superheroes and friends and bouncy houses but he did humor us for long enough to sing and blow out the candles. The fact that my boy skipped cake - his favorite thing ever - says much.
The next day I was literally bedridden. I'm sure glad this will be my last hosted gathering as a pregnant person. I had to take a bath in Epsom salt because my legs were so sore and painkillers are a no-no. I spent all day either on the couch or in bed. And naturally, by the end of the afternoon, I was booting with not even a hangover to blame. Party time, indeed.