Yesterday we celebrated Markos’s birthday — it was actually on 9/11 — with his mother and our closest friends. BFFs Erika and Papi Blez were actually up from Orange County for it. Maya is so adorable.
Check out the evening’s highlights:
After weeks of staring at nothing but a gutted garden in our backyard, our wooden swing set finally arrived. We now have somewhere to send the kids in the evening. Woo-hoo!
Special thanks to DH, Papi Blez, Will, Aaron and Mark who worked non-stop the last couple days to get it up for the party. They even worked in the rain yesterday. Here is the fruit of their labor:
My sweetie is 38 years old. He normally doesn’t like to be reminded that it is his birthday, but he seemed to enjoy himself, eating Salvadoran pupusas, drinking beer, catching up with friends and playing cards late into the night. (For us parents, this means 11:30 p.m..)
I know you are as excited as I am to see Erika’s cute belly:
Overall, a great evening. Clean-up wasn’t too bad as we had all hands on deck. How was your weekend?