Once upon a time someone I knew posed this question: Why is it that at 50 years old my birthday lasts for about 15 minutes, while my 2-year-old granddaughter's birthday last for 3 days?
At the time I laughed, but over the past weekend it rang true.
Tate's birthday fell on a Friday this year so there were festivities for days.
On the little guy's actual birthday Chuck and I ordered a cookie cake that we took to his daycare for a small celebration.
(Notice the very anxious little paw in the lower left corner.)
The next day was his birthday party... a Kindermusik party, complete with a room full of toddlers.
Add cake and juice boxes for everyone...
and you have a bunch of happy kiddos.
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Awww! Happy birthday, Tate! We missed being there with you to help you celebrate!! Looks like you had a great time!
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