Number of hand-folded party hats: 10. Number of hand-assembled favor boxes: 10. Number of homemade coconut cupcakes: 22. Number of homemade monkey-shaped birthday cakes: 1. Number of nights Mommy went to bed before 2am last week: 0.
You won't remember any of it, but you had a big birthday party on Saturday! Mommy and Daddy rented out a kids' gym called Gymboree (not to be confused with the kids' clothing store named Gymboree, which several of your uncles and aunties mistakenly went to) and--because I call you my little monkey--decorated the front room in a monkey theme with monkey balloons, monkey plates and cups and monkey party hats. Then there was the piece de resistance: your monkey-shaped birthday cake! I've made lots of birthday cakes in the past but none of them were as complicated as one shaped like a furry primate. Yet how hard could it be? Mommy bought the monkey-shaped cake pan. Mommy bought the decorating tips. Mommy bought the icing ingredients. And three hours into piping the "fur" onto the monkey, Mommy realized that hello, it was really hard! My hand was cramping, my back was hurting from bending over the cake and it was a humid day, so I was trying to work quickly yet neatly before all of the frosting melted. But in the end, the cake looked pretty good and it was a fun challenge for me. Next year, though, you're getting an easy, standard-issue round cake, haha :)
You're a super active guy who is always bursting with energy, so you LOVED Gymboree! You and your buddies tore the place up! There were mini rock walls for you to climb, tunnels for you to crawl through and a cowbell you seemed to especially enjoy shaking (I considered buying the cowbell for you but then Daddy wisely reminded me that I'd have to hear it at home. All the time.). Halfway through the party, we played a game where we set you in front of several objects: a book, a calculator, a stethoscope, a baseball bat and a cooking pot. The one you chose would determine what you'll be when you grow up and you zoomed right over to the calculator. Guess you'll be working with numbers like Daddy! Although, all the calculator buttons probably made you think it was your favorite toy, our TV remote!
The grown-ups at the party played a game, too. I had printed out 12 photos of you, one from each month of your first year, and everyone had to guess their correct order. Uncle Ed won--he only got two wrong (and we'll just ignore the fact that Daddy got SEVEN wrong! Ai yah!).
I had fun watching you have fun at the party. Happy birthday sweetie!
Love,
Mom
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