Party Time

Last Sunday, we celebrated the Little Kazman's 6th birthday with a good old fashioned backyard party. Wasn't sure how he'd react to a crowd, so I explained that there were going to be lots of people coming over to see just him. That it was his birthday and he was now six. He even learned to put up the correct number of fingers to show how old he was.

Well, I shouldn't have been worried. Garrett had a blast. The slip and slide was a big hit. Getting hosed down by Aunt Suzanne was even better. But the most touching part came during birthday cake time. He started out standing in the corner while we sang happy birthday. He shyly blew out the candles when all of a sudden the switch went on—he wanted to do it all over again. In fact, he asked for three encores and our friends graciously indulged him. (Mama had to put her foot down or else we'd still be singing for him.) What can I say, he was the happiest little boy in St. Louis Park. He couldn't get enough attention.

And it was all he could talk about on the way to daycare the following morning.

In his own words:

"Mama, lots of people come Garrett birthday."

"Garrett so wet."

"Birthday Garrett" Followed by "pretend" blowing out the candles.

And on and on...

Our hearts runneth over. Happy Birthday Garrett—although we can't make up for all those missed birthdays, we can still throw a heckuva first/sixth party.



This was a large patty at one point—what happened?