Ever since the girls' parties last fall, Trent has been planning his own party "with friends and presents". About once or twice a week he changed the theme, ranging from Legos to Star Wars to Star Wars Legos to Angry Birds to Star Wars Angry Birds to lions and, finally, settling on sharks.
Unfortunately, I have no pictures of the actual party, because Josh took Evie to the ER right before the party. I feel like all moms must have at least one "I threw a kid party by myself because life got crazy" story. Our story involves a potential appendicitis (she turned out to have something less serious going on). Luckily, I wasn't totally by myself thanks to two good friends who offered to stay and help me handle 12 two- to four-year olds.
Before Evie's intense stomach pain started, I managed to get a little photo shoot in with the Birthday Boy. He knew a photo shoot was coming, so all week I kept catching him practice his smile. I'm telling you, Teddy-boy's excitement over turning four and having a party was almost unmatched. He talked of nothing else and kept me constantly updated on the exact amount of "sleep nights" until the festivities.
We played "feed the fish to the shark" (our version of pin the tail on the donkey) with a very realistic drawing Josh made (and is still hanging on the wall, over a month later, because Trent can't bear to take it down), opened presents, ate cupcakes, fished for treat bags, and had a water balloon fight. He declared the party to be "perfect and awesome".
It sure was fun to spoil our sweet-and-sour, snuggle buddy, tickle monster, Legos loving, goofy, freckled boy. Happy birthday!