Ha. All lame jokes aside, I can't believe I let all this dust collect here in my little corner of the internet. It's surreal to read my last post right before I had Greyson, and now, here we are - an entire year and some months later. I don't want to say toddler quite yet, but I have a walking running baby, who is pretty good at tearing up the house alongside his brother. I may be biased, but he is crazy smart and has the funniest and spiciest little personality. Hubs and I are in for a lot of trouble with this one, we can already tell.
2015 has been, for a lack of better words, CRAZY, and I was just completely burnt out by year's end. I wasn't so sure I wanted to even have a party for G, but I managed to pull together a birthday party for the little peanut and so glad I did. Second Child Syndrome is a real thing. I know a lot of people think birthday parties are all for the parents, and 80% of it probably is. Ok, probably 95%. But a little bit of cake and presents never hurt anybody :)
2015 has been, for a lack of better words, CRAZY, and I was just completely burnt out by year's end. I wasn't so sure I wanted to even have a party for G, but I managed to pull together a birthday party for the little peanut and so glad I did. Second Child Syndrome is a real thing. I know a lot of people think birthday parties are all for the parents, and 80% of it probably is. Ok, probably 95%. But a little bit of cake and presents never hurt anybody :)
We did the traditional Vietnamese game for Greyson like we did for Caden. You are supposed to lay out some random items that represent potential careers, i.e ball for athlete, tape measure for engineer, etc. G picked up the ball first, but we thought maybe he just grabbed the closest thing to him. We tried again and he grabbed the screwdriver, which represented a mechanic. I gave him the thermometer on the 3rd try....so doctor he'll be! Third time's a charm, right? :)
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