"Present"! That's the first word out of my sons mouth at 6:30a.m the morning after his 5th birthday party.
Happy he's communicating... not so happy he wants a present at 6:30 in the morning!
All in all I think he had a pretty good birthday. We went with a class only party this year since it was his first year in "school".
We've been blessed with a wonderful group of parents in the class and it was fun to see them in that environment away from school playing with their little ones. We felt bad for excluding our friends and neighbors but there's more than one special needs kid in Z's class and we wanted to make sure all the families felt comfortable coming out and didn't want them to shy away because they didn't want to deal with a room full of strangers. I know how anxious we get when we take Z to a party full of people we don't know.
We opted to cut the party short and take presents home because it takes Zander HOURS to open presents. I hope it didn't feel like, "Thanks for the presents... now get out!" He just insists on playing with each one for a while before he will even consider opening the next.
We could also feel the usual balloon-ageddon meltdown coming as soon as we hit the party room and our son zeroed in on the balloons.
(In my best Seinfeld voice)..." BALLOONS!" (Newman!)
Who would have thought that my biggest nemesis in life would be stupid freaking birthday balloons!
