Pax’s birthday was a few weeks ago. I was still in rough shape so it was pretty low-key. Pax was SO excited, “It my birfday?” he whispered as soon as he woke up. He was incredulous that such a thing could be for him only. Oh, sweet baby.
But the cake. Sofreakinghard to wait for us slow adults to get our morning coffee.
Sheesh. Happy Birthday, my crazy little man.
Many (all?) of our birthdays have at least one pic that has the birthday boy/girl with their hands swatting away siblings… keepin it real. 🙂