Well, Owen's party/playgroup went off as well as one could expect. When all was said and done, three families couldn't make it due to illness. That left us with two babies and six children, not to mention eight adults. All things considered, the fact that the house remains stain and blood free makes the party a screaming success.
Owen had a few moments where life was a bit too intense. We had these puppets of different animals--skunks, alligators, frogs---that the kids were supposed to find and "rescue"---this was a Diego-themed party, and rescuing animals, after all, is Diego's business. Owen decided that he would "rescue" ALL of the animals and horde them like a crazy cat lady. If any child dared touch his animals (which, by the way, were PARTY FAVORS, designed to go home with the attendees), he would yell, "No, that's MINE!"
I'm so proud. That was probably the main hiccup, which, all things considered, isn't too bad. He eventually forgot about the animals, and spent his special day playing trains, pushing around his new dump truck, and yelling "Weasel!" at his friends, which is apparently comedic gold when you're three. He also had the magical Diego cake with the Diego candle (which, incidentally, doesn't exist, so we took a plain old candle and slapped a Diego sticker on it), and a good time was had by all.
Tomorrow is his actual birthday, and my baby will be three. Three. I can't believe it either. More sentimental musing tomorrow....
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