This weekend, I discovered the art of planning little boy birthday parties--surrender. We had a fabulous time at the party, but it didn't go at all as planned.
I had been planning for weeks, but Friday night, Daddy and I started in earnest. He made Lego cars for balloon races:
Evan had chosen a Lego city theme, and I made a cake to match:
The Lego cars were ready for balloon races:
His friends arrived, and they colored and raced for exactly five minutes before they headed outside to play:
We did convince them to come in long enough to do the pinata and have a snack:
They sang happy birthday:
They did come in for car races, and they ran around the backyard playing tag and swinging. This face, though:
That sums it up. It may not have been the party I planned, but it was absolutely the party he wanted. He had a blast, and declared it the best party ever. The boys all asked to take their tunnels home, and they all asked to come back to our house again, which is the truest measure of success.
Happy birthday, little Hulk, and may you always be this easy to please.