g-g-g-gavin got invited to his first real birthday party! the invitation was dropped off at the door with his name on it. not luc's. not the stoyan boys. just capital G-A-V-I-N. gavin.
he was beyond thrilled. he carried it around all day. folded it up and stuck it in his pocket. and pulled it out for days. and days.
party day came. party day went. i forgot. and then felt horrible.
so to make up for it - we invited his newly four-year-old friend over today. and met him at the door with balloons and cupcakes. nothing a little funfetti from a box, chocolate frosting straight from the jar and some a cappella haaaaappy birthdaaaay, dear everyone (just to be fair) can't fix. am i right??!
four year olds are funny. four year olds are best, really.
and my silly little gavin will be four in two weeks! really. really?!
i can't wait to celebrate him. he's requested a giraffe party.
what in the world does that mean?
ps: that squirrel shirt up there - anyone else see the resemblance? they're practically twins.