Last week we got the family together to celebrate another birthday. It seems like in our family there’s always a birthday party going on. Looking at all the months we celebrate there’s my husband and both of my parents in November, my birthday in January, Emma’s in February, my niece’s in March, my sister’s in June, Kaydee’s in July and my other niece’s along with my son’s in August. Even if I tried to get away from all the cake it would be impossible. But that’s okay because birthdays are a lot of fun.
This year our son picked a basketball themed party … which I find completely eye opening because I had no idea even liked basketball. Evidently, he’s also a Miami Heat fan. I suppose that’s what I get for tuning out Sports Center on the tv.
We had a really easy day all planned out. Pick up the hard rolls we ordered, the balloons, wait for the cake to be delivered and put up a few decorations. It all was really easy until two things happened.
1. Jon didn’t tie the balloons down in the van.
2. I opened the van doors in a windy parking lot.
All it took was one big gust and the balloons were sucked out of the van and we were watching them drift into the clouds.
Aside from the balloon incident, Matt had a great little party. He blew out all 11 candles in one shot, got some new clothes, football cards, the Madden 13 for XBox he was begging for and some decor for his newly decorated Packers bedroom. I’ll share pictures of that very soon, we’re still waiting on his furniture to be delivered.
The only downside to birthdays … I have to look at my kids and realize they’re not my little babies anymore. This kid is just a few inches away from outgrowing me. When did that happen?