Can I still say we have young kids? We now have a 7 year old. Oh, and a 16 year old trapped in a 4 year old's body. But I want to talk about the 7 year old. Maceo declared this birthday the "best birthday ever" however I suspect I'll be hearing that until he gets too cool to be around us in his teenage years. This year, though, he did have the perfect storm of three days of birthday celebrations in a row: Thursday, April 12th on which we celebrated his actual day o' birth, a day which should be more properly described as "days" o' birth since it took him almost two full days to arrive. But this is not about me and I am not as bitter about his drawn out arrival as I once was. So, birthday #1 - two types of cake, day of the dead stacking dolls, and The Most Amazing Stuffed Dinosaur Ever who was promptly named Jolt (as in Jolt the Gigantosaurus) by his starry-eyed owner. Thanks, Nene, for this amazing gift!
Birthday Party #2: The McMurrers were in town on their way through DC to the Carolinas. Et voila, chocolate mocha homemade cake, more presents, and Maceo is loving life as the birthday boy.
Birthday Party #3. Saturday. We invited some of Maceo's classmates and friends from when he was in our neighborhood daycare to our house to play in the backyard, use the newish zipline, and participate in a scavenger hunt across the street at Howard's now-defunct Divinity School. We like to keep a one-to-one ratio of juice boxes to adult beverages so I'd like to think the adults had fun, too. Maceo's third and final birthday was in the bag and while I'm no math wizard, three birthdays seems definitely better than one. I'll be managing expectations for the next birthday for the next 364 days now.
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