Warning! Picture-heavy post ahead!
Dylan and I flew to Boston on Thursday and, boy, are our arms tired!
I packed a bag full of cheap toys and revealed them to him one by one from take off to landing. There was one that captured his heart more than all the others…
Saturday was my nephew, Trevor’s, first birthday party! I was in charge of taking pictures during the event, which is why this is a picture-heavy post.
As I was going through all the pictures just now, I came upon the following one which is notable because of my nephew, Parker’s, unphotoshopped, unedited floating torso.
What the what!? I have no idea how that picture got like that. An iPhone anomaly, I suppose…?
I gave my very first bottle to the birthday boy! Dylan never took one so I am very awkward with the process. I was concentrating very hard. Trevor was humoring me.
My sisters, mom and I gathered around the tree for a picture together. The first one was okay…
But I knew we could do better, so I posed us.
The final result was, well, extraordinary, if I do say so myself.
I like it because we all look so natural. Just the girls hanging out the way we do…
Pics of my sister, Alana, and her two kids up next. Ryder:
My dad and the birthday boy.
The kids gathered around the table for pizza. Dylan ate none of it because he was stalking the cake. It was everything that I and everyone else could do to keep his fingers out of it.
My sister, her buddy, Alan, and red pepper flakes:
While everyone was eating pizza I noticed something suspicious on the birthday cake. Can you spot it?
Further investigation confirmed that Dylan had gotten a hold of it.
I was glad he hadn’t made more of a dent until I saw Trevor’s smash cake…pre-smash.
Yep, Dylan did that.
But, no matter! Trevor didn’t care. Also, I like pictures of people trying to get kids to smile for pictures more than I like pictures of kids smiling.
Finally, It was time to sing Happy Birthday to the precious birthday boy!
Dylan knew what was next.
Cake! The following pictures are of kids eating cake, because that’s pretty cute too.
Happy Birthday, T-Bone!
With full bellies we gathered upstairs for gifts.
Trevor had plenty of help opening (and playing with) his presents.
And the kids all chipped in to help put the toys together, whether their help was needed or not.
I’d like to end Trevor’s birthday recap there, but, unfortunately, something decidedly unfestive also took place at the end of the party. My poor grandmother fell down on her way out the door and ended up breaking her wrist! Here she is before it happened:
Feel better fast, Grammy!
The good times continued this morning. Two of my cousins and their families came to my parent’s house a Christmas brunch.
Before they arrived, I stole away for a wintery walk alone and enjoyed the fresh air.
These handsome fellas are my cousin, Sarah’s, kids, Alex and Evan. As you can see in the background, Dylan was enamored with them! He is fascinated with older kids.
We split our time inside and out; alternating between the kids wanting to play in the yard and the adults wanting to drink Bailey’s inside the warm house.
Of course, the promise of presents managed to get them all inside eventually.
Later in the day we all ended up in the basement where Ryder played Christmas music on his guitar and Dylan tickled the ivories.
After my cousins left and things settled down, my mom and I went with my sister, Kelly, and her brood to a Christmas store to let the kids pick out ornaments.
It was fun, but I kept having this weird feeling that someone was watching me. I dunno…
He knows when I’m sleeping?! He knows when I’m awake?! I’ve heard he’s a stalker but this is a bit much!