I brought the camera, took what I thought was a ton of pictures (it was not) but luckily enough to share. No pictures this year of the table, but I did take a picture (after we got home) of the sign we hung on the table:
If you can’t tell what it is, too bad, Henry knew and was very excited. (Sorry, MTA, for going off-brand; I can’t freehand helvetica.)
Henry spent the day trying to escape from the confines of a very large, open field,
figuring out his new bubble shooter,
ditching his party for the playground,
kissing people he loves,
and eating cupcakes.
Happy birthday, Henry. You’re the best.
Happy birthday, my joyful, determined, funny two-year-old. I love being your mom.