Party Time!

Wesley's birthday party was this past Saturday and it went really well. Notice I said it went really well... not Wes had a great time... not Wes really enjoyed it.. etc. Saturday was the first time I've ever been one of those moms to utter the words, "he's not usually like this..." MY WORST NIGHTMARE! Yes, Wes was not really in a good mood for his party. He was pretty sick on his actual birthday followed by crankiness for the next 5 days. Turns out he got Roseola, a red rash that makes you achey and tired. Tired and achey Wes = a toddler that mom must hold anytime she's within his sight.

Decorating his cake was very interesting given these circumstances. He played in his high chair beside me, he sat on my lap, he ate some frosting and made the process take twice as long as it should have. All things considered it turned out pretty well.

Tony and I had a great time at the party. It was nice to see all of our West coast friends in one place at a time. I was amazed, when I took a minute to stop and look around, at how truly fortunate we are to have so many great people in our life. Thank you for everything you do for us and for being our family away from family. You make it really hard for me to hate Washington!

Back to Wesley: He did perk up in time for his gifts. He has been playing with everything non-stop since the party. Our house looks like a war zone. In fact, I think Tony has some battle wounds from stepping on a stray leggo or puzzle piece ;) Wes also loves all of his new books. One in particular has a duck on the front. He carries it around, points to it and says "duck" over and over again. Yes! we know you know what a duck is. It is so cute to see him so proud of himself.

His favorite toy right now seems to be a wooden mallet that came with a huge puzzle board from his Grandmom Janice. He carries the mallet around everywhere, even when he has other things in his hands. He loves to beat on things and lights up if the things he's beating on make an interesting noise. Ladies and gentlemen, we may have a musician. Or a child with a black eye if he's not careful where he swings that thing. :)