Have you ever read the Berenstain Bears and Too Much Birthday? I have. I remember as a kid reading that and thinking, how can you have too much birthday? It just didn't make sense. This weekend I learned the true meaning of that wise children's book, and wish I had paid more attention.
Aunt Jamie drove all the way from Seattle to celebrate Jake's Happy Day. (He's been saying Happy Day for months now, every time he sees a candle of any kind). We had Jake's party on Friday the 21st even though his birthday is the 22nd, because my parents work at the temple Saturday nights. Jamie showed up around 5:00 on Friday at the same time as my parents, and that is when the hyper-ness began. Jake ran around non-stop for HOURS. The rest of the family showed up at 7:00 (there were 24 people in attendance). Jake loved the cake and ice cream. He devoured it. He also received some Toy Story fruit snacks from his thoughtful cousin Emma, of which he ate like 4 packs that very night. Jake played and played and played. He scored tons of presents, and ran around with his cousins until 11PM! What, might you ask, were we thinking? I don't think we were "thinking." We put Jake to bed at 11:30. Jamie was spending the night, and after watching the latest episode of Modern Family (thank you DVR) we both decided to call it a night and went to bed. 2:30 rolls around and Jake wakes up screaming bloody murder. He pretty much didn't stop until about 4:30, and he didn't go back to sleep until 6am. He woke up at 9:30 ready to roar.
And thus commenced Jake's actual Happy Day.
We learned our lesson.
Blowing out the candles on his Thomas the Train cake, a la Grandma. I had to help him a little. I personally think this is a super cute picture.
Yuuummmmmyyyy!
Buzz!!!!!!
