Yesterday was Jazz’s birthday… I know I’m a day late and a dollar short but he still loves me and I’m good with that. We had a busy weekend at the lake/seeing movies/eating food in his honor.
Saturday night Isabelle decided it would be hilarious to remind us of her younger days (and what we are in store for in about five months) by hosting a party in her room from 3-6 AM. No rhyme or reason, just a happy baby chatting and talking/whining and yelling MAMA. As a result, we were both zombies for the majority of the day. It was like hey happy birthday let’s take a nap.
Jazz had his favorite breakfast cereal, opened some fabulous presents, got to watch Nascar, and had some ice cream cake. All in all it was a great day.