Thank God birthdays only happen once a year, because they are exhausting.
Between the cooking, the cleaning,the painting (which was was not finished, by the way), the baking, the pinata, the Easter egg hunt (every day's a good day for an Easter egg hunt, right?), and the presents, I am tuckered out.
And O? Well, judging by the large meltdown she had after everyone left, I'd say that she's tuckered out too (that was solely our fault by the way...what do we expect when we pump our kid full of sugar and then delay her nap by an hour?).
She woke up in a great mood from her nap though only to end the day with a "splat" - as in a splat of vomit hitting our bathroom floor. Poor little kiddo. Her vomiting definitely gets a gold star though - one, because this is the first time that she's thrown up in two years and two, she did it on the linoleum rather than on the carpet. Well done, O. (And also a gold star for Ben who cleaned up the vomit. I tell you, that man is a keeper).