Hopper's Birthday falls on a Tuesday this year and as much as he would like for that to mean that he can play hooky and spend all day eating marshmallows, watching Transformers and going to the Bouncy House, we just couldn't swing that in the middle of the week. So, we pretended that today was his birthday and had his birthday party today. The thing is, it SEEMS like a good idea to have it somewhere other than your house with a small number of kids with built-in entertainment, but then, in reality, every five minutes inside a bouncy house translates to roughly FIVE YEARS OF TORTURE TO YOUR PSYCHE. OK, fine. That's an exaggeration. THREE YEARS OF TORTURE TO YOUR PSYCHE. It's just.. they're so loud and there's so much bouncing and it smells like feet and tootsie rolls. But yes, he had a good time. And don't tell him he's not four until Tuesday because he's pretty sure he feels like four today.
|Looking far too much like a big kid for my taste.|
|That's some pinterest shizzle right there.|
|And this is where Rowan tried to eat the cake decoration.|