Great Expectations

They say that expectations hinder truly living in the moment.

Tomorrow is Evan's first birthday. We had a small family party yesterday. It wasn't quite as elaborate as Zachary's first birthday party. When Zachary was turning one we were in an established playgroup. I wanted to have a big party for Evan, but it didn't seem right to invite Zachary's friends for another party so soon. So we had a small family party.

Evan's nickname is "the duck." When we play cards with our friends they refer to the 2 card as the duck, and Evan is #2 kid, hence the nickname. So I thought a Duck themed party would be perfect for his first birthday. So I got an entirely too large custom made duck cake for Evan.

Evan had his own cake to destroy, but the bagger at Publix did a pretty good job of that himself.

The whole day just didn't happen quite like I expected. Evan is cutting FOUR molars all at the same time, he's had a low grade fever since Friday. Yesterday his misery was just compounded by a virus. It was his party and he could cry if he wanted to, I suppose. His low grade fever became a serious one by late afternoon. My dog got sick and began puking everywhere. Lovely. Then the overpriced, gigantic custom made duck cake fell apart. The tail literally fell off. I didn't get a picture because Evan was getting clingy and wouldn't let me put him down. And did I mention my nagging toothache? I found out today I need a root canal.

Evan didn't enjoy his cake too much, but he did have his moments. He liked his presents. This was from Zachary.

Zachary likes helping Evan play with his ball popper.

Happy Birthday, my little duck, I hope you're feeling better tomorrow!