When I told him it was Nate's birthday he said, "Where's it going to be?" I explained he wasn't having a party, that we were going out to eat and then come back to our house for cake and presents. Max asked, "Well, who's going to be there?" I told him it was just going to be us. He said, "Well, what kind is it going to be?" He had a crocodile hunter party, Grant had pirates so surely his daddy would have something cool, too. Nope. Just a generic Happy Birthday sign and napkins.
He must thinks grown-ups are real duds.
The boys gave Nate a pair of spiderman boxers for his birthday. See picture below (just kidding. don't panic.)
It's kind of hard to tell from the picture but I completely botched Nate's cake. It started to slide off the cake plate when I was flipping it out of the pan and I didn't have any free hands to catch it so it fell on the counter in MANY pieces. I thought, "That's ok, I can patch it up with the icing and he'll never know." Well, then the top section broke completely in half when I put it on top. It took 3/4 of the icing tub to "patch" the bottom section so there was just enough left to fill in the crack on top. It was a beauty.
We discovered that Jack thinks blowers are the funniest invention on the planet.
Max and Grant were more than willing to appease his desire to hear the blowers. I have since thrown them all in the trash. Enough is enough. 
Only 6 more weeks until our next birthday celebration then I'll finally get a break!
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Happy Belated Birthday, Old Man.
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