Birthday Parties

A friend told me not too long ago that soon enough all of my weekends will be taken up with birthday parties. Though I don't look forward to those days, I do enjoy the occasional toddler bash these days.

This past Saturday was a good one - it was for a family friend's third (of four!) child. Our fathers were best friends in college, and we went to college together too. And now we both live in Austin and have young kids - circle of life? Anyway, my mom was in town and was eager to see the youngest addition (she is Aunt Suzanne to them) and so we dressed Lucinda in a preppy little dress, put Wes in a polo romper thingie, and headed over to West Austin (where life is good and neighborhood associations are serious business).

It was by no means an extravagant party - just kolaches and coffee for the adults and cake for the kids. A cooler with juice boxes and a bloody mary station were found in the kitchen. A balloon artist showed up and hung out making poodles, swords, inchworms, and a huge palm tree with a monkey climbing up the trunk. All around, a good time was had by all. There was one unfortunate moment where the dad walked in on me nursing Wes, but I shall gloss over that part. Let's just say - if you aren't comfortable, I'm not comfortable!

Of course there are no pictures - my bad blogger status is already established, right? But later that afternoon we had a play date with another friend that I've known since what can basically be considered childhood at this point, and we broke out the birthday party treat bags. Because they contained cool bubbles.

Um, not so cool, it turns out! It rained yesterday but there are still stains on our patio. Luckily, the girls thoroughly enjoyed the clean-up-in-a-bucket method that K improvised. In face, Lucinda ran outside yesterday yelling "I wanna dunk my feet!"