It's my birthday party, and I'll cry if I want to!!

Auggie has never really liked birthdays. He doesn't want to hear the song (see pictures), and he doesn't want to be told "Happy Birthday." We don't know why... probably some sort of early childhood trauma. And since he feels this way, we thought... why not have 30 or 40 friends, family, and neighbors join us on a Saturday morning to celebrate his birthday that he doesn't want to celebrate. He'll be okay with it... really.

Actually, he did pretty okay. We only had one real meltdown, and there were more times than not when it looked like he was actually having fun. He also helped me make his cakes, which has become a bit of father/son tradition. I wish I had more pictures, but I spent more party time talking and organizing than taking pictures. We opened presents after people went home, and he loved everything he got! Thank Yous are forthcoming. Finally, after 5 hours of party, cake, kids, and presents, we snuggled up with Sprocket for a nap.

Rob.

Two, Three, and Four years old!