Never mind that Henry was born in June, a day late. (You know, June instead of May. Ruining the February, March, April, May birthday train...) We decided to have his birthday party in May anyway. It was a veritable invasion of tiny little people that, um... invaded our back yard. (Thank goodness we had good weather.)
Amy worked for several days to put it all together. And not just the going to the store one afternoon to buy some stuff and then buying a cake the next. No... Amy went all out. First, she used teh intarwebs to find a wicked awesome party theme: safari.
Then she decided to learn completely new techniques for baking... the day before the party... when we had dinner plans. It took a LONG time, but the end was amazing. A million cupcakes that bore eery likenesses to monkeys, zebras, and lions. Plus a cake as tall as a giraffe, which was good since it looked just like one, too.
Ok. So never mind the mad party skillz. What actually happened? The usual.
Screaming.
Crying.
Laughing.
Misbehaving.
Chasing bubbles.
Chasing Lex.
Launching rockets.
Hunting exotic animals.
Eating.
Eating more.
Henry was all around pleased. Most gifts were just boxes, but he did appear to love a stomp-rocket and a pillow that was just like his silky.
All in all it was a good way to start the year of tantrums. Let's roll!
