It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.


It’s Vince’s eighth birthday today. We had a low-key celebration today, mainly bacon for breakfast and a Coke for dinner, an oh yeah, Legos out the wa-zooo. Do we know how to party or what? We had a family celebration last weekend and a friends celebration schedule this coming weekend, so don’t fret that he only got bacon and a Coke. The friends celebration is making me a little nervous as it’s at the house and we have zero activities planned except for the pizza, cake and armored-tank pinata (don’t ask).


There is such a huge emotional build up towards the actual birthday DAY for Vince that today, there was so much extra DRAMA. At some point today, Vince was in the kitchen wailing, “It’s my birthday today, why is everybody treating me so badly?!” ARGHHHHHH!!!!

Vince also had the pleasure of going to the dentist today, he loves the dentist so much, he considered it a special birthday treat. The hygienist told me gently that I should not allow my son to have Kool-aid for breakfast (which he did along with the bacon and had the tell-tale red mustache, I was totally busted at the dentist.)


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