We celebrated friend Silas's 3rd birthday this weekend. He's exactly one month older than Lucy, and they match each other in being incredible kids, physically and intellectually. Unfortunately for all involved, Lucy was way tired when we got to the party, and started off the evening with no less than five personal tragedies involving tricycles, scooters and a juice box.
Mommy Sara made that super fire truck cake. You should have seen those seven kids just hanging on her every move, waiting sooo patiently for a slice of cake.
Lucy literally nodded off while eating, coming to with a face and two fists-full of frosting to ask for more cake please.
Then we kicked back into high gear long enough to watch Silas open his tunnel from us. Lucy has been dying to play with that thing for weeks, since we bought it. It was just what Silas wanted!
Through all this, Jamie did NOT sleep, believe it or not. He actually had a breakdown of his own, screaming for about half an hour. Sara commented that she'd never really heard him cry before. I think maybe he was just too hot. I stripped him down and rubbed him with a wet washcloth, and he calmed down to his usual serene self.
We hope that your fourth year is a great one Silas!
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