His Birthday

I have determined that having a child born on the first day of January is difficult.

By the first day of January, I am completely burned out thanks to the holidays.  I have absolutely no creativity left in my body, and the last thing I want to do is have people over.

That being said, I still have a little boy who was born on the first day of the first month of the year.  Meaning: I put on my big girl panties and celebrated his birthday.  Mostly.  I still didn't invite anyone over. 

This little boy of mine has one great obsession that everyone in Fry's knows about: balloons.  How could we not throw him a balloon-themed birthday?

*Wyatt spends the entire time while we shop in that grocery store yelling ever-so-loud, "Boons!  Mom!  Boons!  BOONS!  MOM!  BOONS!"  Yes.  The entire time.*

For our New Year's Eve celebration (after all the boys went to bed and it was just me and the single ladies), we blew up balloons.  Lots of balloons.  Right around 100 of them.  Well, exactly 100 of them.

If I was being honest, I would tell you that this little girl blew up 60% of the balloons herself. 

Adi mostly held a balloon up to her mouth and watched TV (no blowing actually being done), and I was doing this: 

It may look simple but hanging up these rows of balloons took me over an hour to do.  An hour.




























In the morning, we piled the rest of the balloons on the rug and waited for Wyatt's reaction to his own personal sea of latex.

He liked it just a little bit.

He did not, however, care for his special birthday hat Mom glued together for him at midnight.

I tried to get a group shot of the kiddos gathered Wy-Fi in his birthday chair.

That was awesome.

We took a family vote and decided that the breakfast food Wyatt most likes would be cinnamon rolls.  And since he is merely two, I didn't have to make homemade ones.  Canned ones suited him just fine (especially when Mom adds sprinkles).

If you are super lucky, your new neighbors (who also happen to be cousins) will have an awesome four wheeler train thingy and offer to give your kids a ride.  How did Ken know Wyatt's other passion is trains?

And, if you are an especially adorable little two year old, you Mom will take you to the neighborhood park before dinner.

The girlies and I set the table for our dinner festivities.

Let's look at this cake, shall we?  I mean, really study it.  Do you know how one get the entire cake covered in sprinkles?  One has to frost the sides, pick up the cake, and roll it in a jelly pan full of sprinkles.  It was terrifying.  I was so afraid the thing would fall apart or smash.  It survived.  And it almost looks as good as the one on Pinterest...

*snort* Ok.  It doesn't look anything like the one on Pinterest.  But it was edible!

Now, the plan for dinner was to make Wyatt's favorite homemade mac & cheese recipe.  But, right in the middle of boiling the noodles, OP called and needed a ride home.  From 25 minutes away. 

So Wyatt got McDonalds for his birthday feast.

We are working on having the kids buy their own little gifts for each other on birthdays.  Even if it's something as simple as a Hot Wheels Car.  We really try to shove the idea into the kid's head that it isn't the gift that you get that matters, it's the fact that someone loves and cares enough to give them something... eh.  It's a theory.

Look, Daddy almost lit his head on fire!

Happy birthday, little man.