Birthdays and Buses

I hostessed a small birthday dinner party this past Saturday. My sister had been planning to drive over and babysit so JP and I could go out to celebrate, but we'd just gone out for Valentine's Day and I didn't want to spend the money on another big restaurant bill- plus going out TWO nights in the same month just seemed excessive and we certainly don't want to get spoiled. So I decided to make a party of it and invited my brother (now attending college in San Antonio- I think he lives exclusively on easy mac), his new girlfriend, a childhood friend (this is our 18th birthday together- it's funny that even though it's my 8th birthday to celebrate with JP he'll never catch up to Meg), her new boyfriend, and our friend/JP's business partner who has named dubbed himself Landon's second uncle. I made a big pot of my mom's spaghetti, my guests brought wine, and JP baked and decorated my funfetti birthday cake all by himself.

Truly a masterpiece. The fun dinner was topped off by our first trip out to a movie theater in at least a year. We saw Slumdog Millionaire and even if we have to wait another year to see our next movie, I'm glad we saw that one.

Landon had lots of fun entertaining his guests. He was sporting the new hat I bought him for Easter and pointed out everyone's noses, and his own belly button, several times during the meal.

I really can't even describe how much fun he is right now.

And this has nothing to do with my birthday party, but it made me laugh. I dropped Landon off at daycare this morning and after I pushed his chair up to the table where his pancake awaited him, I noted the new transportation pictures on the wall. His teacher saw me looking at them and suddenly asked, "Does Landon say bus a lot at home?" And right on cue, Landon turned, pointed his pancake at a picture of a dump truck and said, "BUS." Then he gave a firm little head nod and went back to the business of dipping his fingers in syrup. It made me giggle the whole way to the car.