Darius and I celebrated our birthdays with a giant party at a local park on Saturday. We specifically asked all of our friends and family to only bring one small gift for Darius. Everyone interpreted that message into "Shove as much stuff into one box as possible."
The big hit of the day - a Power Ranger costume. I already have been forced implement rules around when and where he can wear the thing. Grocery store - no. In the house - yes. At the park - no. In the house - yes. The kid doesn't seem to notice or care that it isn't Halloween. Oh, and we have to call him "Red Ranger" when he is in "uniform" or he won't answer.
The cake. One of my best skills is the ability to delegate. The cake-making was, as always, delegated to my dad. He made this from scratch. I had found an "inspiration" cake to base his design but Mr Martha Stewart found a way to make it even better. It was all chocolate inside - Darius' favorite. And that frosting dyed everyone's lips green. My dad is the best!
The first birthday with a piñata. I think there must be something instinctual about piñatas. Darius had never participated in a bashing before but took to the stage without any hestitation. The kids whacked this to their hearts content.
This is how I will remember the party. Us laughing over a silly singing card. How did my baby already get to be four?
