So, like I was saying...

Over a month ago, it was Keith's birthday. So let's back up to that weekend. Good times. I love to make a good fuss, so we had a weekend of fun. Friday night was a really fun baby-free datenight, thanks to our Camp Keller babysitters. The boys even somewhat cooperated for bedtime. Somewhat.

The next morning we honored the birthday breakfast in bed tradition, and my assistants were happy to help. 

 

 Dont think Dada will appreciate this pic, but whatever, I can't mess with tradition.

The rest of the day Dada lounged about, and we baked a birthday cake. It's the same birthday cake I've made for Keith the last few days, this one, but with toasted coconut instead of the pecans. Deeeelishous. The boys were at the grocery store with me when we went to get the cake making items, and when they spied the bag of mini marshmallows, they were all "oooooooh, what is dat?" as if they don't really know. I've learned when they ask that, they really just want to have the item in question. So naturally I got a bag, and we put them to use on the cake.

 And tried a few, just because.

 And then they wanted to add sprinkles. But of course!

  We had to let Dada open his gifts.

 And then the next day we had some friends over. Very good times here.

 Lots of little ones.

 

 

 

This kid was NOT going to share his car ramp the entire afternoon, and sat hunched over the toy the entire afternoon. Don't even think about touching any of his cars, either.

  

 Grady loves the baby girls.

 The boys picnic'd on a blanket. Really, this is the best way to get kids to eat, I've decided. Let them all sit in a group on the floor, and for some reason they all eat all their food. Or most.

 

 

 Keith had some helpers with the cake.

 And I performed my hostessing duties to a receptive audience.

 Like puppies at a trough, here.

 And then, as most parties do, we ended up outside.

 

 

 

 

 Our friends left, and we ended the perfect day with some of our favorite YouTube videos.

 Some sat and listened, others climbed over furniture.

 

 And then occasionally broke into dance moves and a well executed gymnastics roll.

 

So there you go, Keith had a birthday.