Party Time ... September 6th, the day after Anderson's birthday ...Birthdays are - by definition - week long celebrations in our house. At least my birthday is, and I'm trying to impose this on my son. With this idea, you have the excuse of cake, ice cream and pizza for an entire week. If Jewish people have things like Hanukkah and celebrate for days on-end, so can Anderson. I'm merely trying to translate that idea into our lives, just without the dreidel game.
So Anderson had his official birthday party, and Olga, Amadeus and my mom came to celebrate. Anderson, of course, was blissfully ignorant about the importance of this event, which signified that we would no longer care about celebrating the months as they passed by. In essence, we were turning 12 celebrations a year into 1. He was getting robbed and didn't even know it, and all he was excited to do was to tear open wrapping paper. Basically, we were giving him beads and trinkets for Manhattan, and all he cared about was crinkling paper.
He needed legal representation.
Famed (and now deceased) OJ Simpson attorney Johnny Cochran.
Contemplating legal representation ... saddened by the early demise of Johnny Cochran.Unfortunately for him, he didn't have that. But he did have cake and both tuna fish and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (painstakingly made with the crust cut off by Natalie and my mom.) The PB&J was well received by all, and the tuna fish was well-received by our cat Newton.
Balloons!
Gathered around the table to celebrate (of note: none of us could play the kazoos)
The all-important "chocolate cake all over me" shot ...
In all, a good time. Lots of cleanup afterward and the cats liked batting around the balloons as well. We thank all of the grandparents for coming and Anderson loves the gifts (although he's yet to get over his father giving him "Pop Rocks".)
