Birthday festivities thus far...

This morning we went to playgroup. I was so looking forward to it because Isaac could run around like a wild man and play with all his friends, and at the end the kids would all sing 'happy birthday' to him. It instead turned out to be a total disaster, as the church's preschool had taken over our usual playgroup facility for a music class that was age-inappropriate for my young man. He was repeatedly scolded by this hussy music teacher for (gasp!) getting on the stage he is usually allowed to frolic on as much as he likes. So instead of sitting on my widening booty and gossiping with my mommy friends, I had to shadow my toddler the entire time and spend much of playgroup telling him "no" and yanking on his arm to keep him from interfering with their stupid music class. What a great way to start off my precious angel's birthday. As for me, that was difficult enough to accomplish while carrying a sleeping 13- or 14-pound baby, but it got worse. After the preschoolers left and normal playgroup could resume for, like, 15 minutes, Isaac was repeatedly assaulted by this one little turd whose mommy considered herself unable to contain the situation because she was nursing her 8-week-old. This ho-bag even went so far as to suggest that **I** remove her kids hands from the shopping cart he was trying to steal from Isaac. Ahem...just cause your boobie is hard at work doesn't mean your legs are broken, lady. Do you just let your kid set fire to your house at home when you have to nurse your baby? Grrrr. But I digress.

When we got home I fixed Isaac his favorite lunch of french toast with blueberries, and then we feasted on the much-discussed "birday cake" for dessert, though for Isaac it was less about the cake, a delicious carrot cake which I made from scratch last night at 2:30 (!!), than about the frosting, which was made by my homegirl Betty C:



After that business he was so dirty I plopped him in the bath. This was also so he could play with one present we let him open this morning, some bathtub crayons from Grandma and Grandpa Ross. He screamed at me when I made him get out of the bathtub:



His royal birthday highness is napping now, but more pictures will come. We must also document the opening of the gigantic present pile from both Grandmas and Grandpas, who should buy stock in the US Postal Service, and the "birthday party" we are having tonight -- a dinner at Red Robin with friends, replete with birthday singing and sundae.