We had a lil superbowl get together with great friends Sunday, and Jace thought it was his birthday party. I wasn't about to correct the boy. What, am I crazy?
(Thanks Jennifer for taking pictures-- I hate when I forget to take pictures of important things.)
So, I went ahead and made a cake, 'cause why not?
And there I am, sporting my usual oh-so-photogenic look. I really ought not be photographed.
Then came his real b-day day, and we took him to his favorite place to eat: Golden Corral. I'm serious. They love it there.
And the usual plate 'o food: fried chicken, fries, and pizza. Hey now-- they even it out with a serious helping of fruit afterward.
So, um, mommy couldn't find the wrapping paper. So we used paper.
Never mind that there are blue prints of a certain food plant on the other side-- Jamison had a lot of fun decorating Jace's presents.
Oh, and there were roller skates and a samurai sword inside. I already regret the latter.
Jace asked how many more days 'til his next birthday already-- "363, son."
Yeah. I remember feeling that way, too.