My sweet little baby boy turned 5 yesterday.
What? He's not a baby anymore? Huh. I thought he was, just a couple days or so ago...
Anyway, he's 5.
And we had a party, of course. Birthday parties are fun. And... tiring. I'm really tired.
(Please excuse the poor photos in this post. Of all things, you'd think a birthday party would be an important event for decent photography, but action shots in low light are NOT my forte.)
As is fitting for a 5th birthday, enormous volumes of spaghetti were consumed by all.
Jonah had requested a solar system cake, and I gave it my best shot. It may not be perfectly neat (piping all that frosting made my well-built, goat-milking hand ache), but I think it was a pretty fun cake!
I made him name all the planets before they were eaten.
Jonah told his Oma and Opa on the phone "Hi! I'm five and I had a solar system! Okay, bye, I gotta go open presents!"
The other kids made Jonah a birthday crown and a beard, because, of course, he's old.
Heh. Clever, I thought.
Jonah had lots of help opening presents, of course.
But the best part is the help opening all those pesky anti-theft packages! I didn't have to touch a single one this time.
The aftermath this morning is intense, and I haven't even bothered to think about cleaning up yet. I will. As soon as I pry my butt off this couch.
One thing I'm grateful for is that I can go on light-entertainment duty since Jonah has lots to keep him occupied...
...like making the knights from Grandma duke it out on castle turrets.
Except I'm being required to answer a whole heap of knight questions.
Oh, and by the way, we did get the Lego plane finished. (Though, I generally avoid toys that involve me playing with them, I made an exception... just this once.)