This has been a really busy week, I didn’t realize it had been so long since I posted.
Phil’s parents were in town all week, they just left this morning. We hadn’t seen them since we moved in, so it was good to see them again. They were a big help getting the house ready for Simon’s party since I had to work all week. Work was terrible, my boss was in town, and apparently, as Phil said, "the honeymoon’s over." Used to be I was getting showered with compliments at work all the time, I think because my boss was just glad someone was doing my job. Now I am actually expected to work and get stuff done. Rats.
So yesterday was Simon’s THIRD birthday party. It was allright. There were about 8 or 9 kids here, and they all seemed to have a good time playing with toys and we did a little coloring. Simon was the one who wasn’t really behaving. He was not a fan of sharing his toys with that many kids. But I guess I should have seen that coming.
As usual, I made way too much food. In the last two years we had "our" friends over for his parties because he really didn’t have any playmates his own age. So we’d have everyone we know over and have an actual dinner. This year, the party started at 3 (which is I think what we’ve done in the past) and everyone ate dip and appetizers, but no one ate dinner. I even almost forgot to bring out the cupcakes I made (okay, my mother-in-law made them, I iced them) and scrapped the ice cream altogether. It was okay though, we’ll just be eating Italian beef for an eternity. I actually sent some home with a couple of people.
In an attempt to make his birthday party more like spending time with friends and less like showering the kid with gifts, I put "no gifts please" on the invitation. We dont know all of his friends’ parents all that well, and I didn’t want them to think we were just after gifts. Yeah, that didn’t go over so well. Every single person who came brought a gift. Several of the parents said "<kid> really wants to pick something out for Simon, is it okay if we bring something?" So it was all good. He got lots of Thomas books, a take-along Thomas, some new clothes, new big-boy pants from granny and papa, as well as a picnic table and swing from granny and papa, and a train table from my parents. I’ll try to get pictures up later.
I still can’t believe that it was 3 years ago today that I downed a nasty castor oil and pineapple juice cocktail (can you believe I actually did that?), went into labor at 430, spent the night at the hospital, and left a few days later with this wonderful little boy! I can hardly remember when he was a baby, because all I see is this little man before me. Sigh.
In the end, I asked him if I could introduce him to my husband and he said sure so we walked back into the bar, he met Phil, and we each had our pictures taken with him. I was a giddy schoolgirl the rest of the night. 
