This weekend, Ezra turned three. There was cake and cupcakes and so many presents and so many books and a big-boy bike and yellow everywhere.
We had roughly 15 kids at the house (along with their parents) and yard games and sidewalk chalk and a basement rave with glowsticks and Justin Timberlake.
I fell asleep before my child that evening. But you guys? I think he had fun.
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+ Pumpkin granola? Get in my mouth.