The party was a blast! We had a house FULL of guests. The kids ruled. They ran in. They ran out. They ran around. They ran through. They ran ME up the wall! You know what? I wouldn’t change one single moment. We played games, gave out prizes, and beat up the pinatas with a stick bigger than Jonas. There wasn’t enough food left for even one plate of leftovers, so I guess it was good. It’s hard to believe they ate so much. These people gorged themselves, and then took some home for later. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="images/icons/shocked.gif" /> It was the typical fair: carne asada, refried beans, spanish rice, tortillas, fresh salsa and guacamole. For the kids, we ordered pizzas. I thought Jonas would get pooped about halfway through….nope. This boy was wired. He got a hold of mommy’s Frappucino. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="images/icons/shocked.gif" /> <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="images/icons/shocked.gif" /> By the time I noticed, he had already finished half of it and was wearing the rest….it was a mess! Now I can truly call him my little mocha baby. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Big Grin]" src="images/icons/grin.gif" /> His kisses never tasted better, although I’m not real big on wearing my drinks.
So, we made it through the tons of candy, the cake and ice cream, and finally got to the presents. I was excited and raring to go. But not Little Man. Oh no, not him. All the bright wrapping paper and eye-catching gift boxes, and this boy wanted no part of it. He was too engrossed with the figurines off his birthday cake. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Roll Eyes]" src="images/icons/rolleyes.gif" /> For the last 2 days, he has slept, played and ate the Monsters Inc toys off his cake. I cannot pry them out of his fingers. So the many wonderful toys he got, sit in a corner of the house, waiting to be acknowledged and played with.
At the end of the day, but still evening, I asked him if it was mimi-time (bedtime). He wearily shook his head yes and went off to bed. <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="images/icons/shocked.gif" /> <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="images/icons/shocked.gif" /> <img border="0" title="" alt="[Eek!]" src="images/icons/shocked.gif" /> No fussing, no crying, just blissful, much needed sleep….at least for him. I still had A LOT of cleaning to do. So I wiped, and I swept, and I picked up, and I cleaned, and I cleaned, and I cleaned, and…. Thank God birthdays only come once a year! It will take me that long to recover.
