When James turned one we had a big party with all of our family and one friend (his best buddy Owen that lives across the street). When he turned two we had a small family party at home. When he turned three we had a huge friend party in the backyard a month early, so we could enjoy the mild temperatures.
Last year when he turned four we did nothing. Not a party, not a thing. And to make it worse? He had the stomach flu on his birthday. What is worse that barfing and feeling so yucky you don't even want to open presents? It was so sad.
So this year I wanted something special. I wanted him to choose every last detail. (Juliet's posing kills me!!)
tiny (tiny!) babe.