After eight days of continuous celebration, Owen's birthday reign has come to an end. The "ganastics" party was a success - no injuries or tantrums to report. I think every kid slept well last night after an hour of nonstop jumping and tumbling - topped off of course with a sugar-induced cupcake coma. I'll post photos later.
As we went to dinner last night at Chessie's (a local place where we can eat in a train car), Owen asked "mom, am I till (still) the birthday boy?" The waitresses at Chessie's helped to end the festivities by giving him a scoop of ice cream with a candle. He was in hog heaven.
The photo is of Owen on the deck, smiling in pleasure having just launched his new Styrofoam airplane successfully across the yard and smashing it into a tree (as planned, of course). Oh to be three again.
