And he partied his pants off yesterday. He cruised around the house with a bouquet of balloons tied onto his belt loop, played football in the yard with the big boys, and ate that cupcake like he'd been doing it all his life. Unlike last year. (Oh! He was such a munchkin!) He kept on keeping on right up until the last guests drove away, then he promptly crashed face down in his crib. Sugar coma.
Just a few of the 150ish pictures I took yesterday.