I was beside myself with happiness when, while scrolling through the pictures my sister had taken on my camera, I saw this:
This was the crowd favorite, I think:
These were the "nests"
There is something so adorable and funny about such a sweet, dainty little flower of a girl playing with a huge, fierce Dilophosaurus. (Trust me on that one. We did our homework.)
And of course, there were trains.
Max had Mom Mom wrapped around his little finger. He never let her take him more than an arm's reach from the snack table, and he knew that Mom Mom just couldn't tell him No.
I said that my goal in decorating the Dinosaur Train cake was just to avoid making an appearance on Cake Wrecks. Jury's still out.
Evan said, "Good job, Mommy! It's green and yellow and red, just like the Dinosaur Train!"
But his expression here seems to suggest mild disappointment.
Practicing Sly Winks over Cupcakes.
I'll admit it, I was stressed about this party. I'm always stressed to entertain. But Evan wanted a Dinosaur Train Party, so a party we had. The stress was good though....it kept my attention on non-sentimental things such as "Will 10 kids be able to eat more than 24 dinosaur-shaped sandwiches? Better make a few more."
Now that the party is over, I have four days to prepare myself for the inevitable: On Thursday, April 14, at 11:32 in the morning, Evan will officially be FOUR YEARS OLD.