On Good Friday.
Which meant NZ was off work and able to BBQ some delicious lamb for a birthday dinner to celebrate Gino's birthday with our family and our neighbors. I made a small smash cake for him, and cupcakes for the rest of us. My sister never fails to deliver--the cutest surfer themed cookies arrived in the mail a couple days before--so I was a good girl and saved them for the big day.
He enjoyed his cake smashing to the fullest. His sister waited for him to share with such restraint!
He eventually flipped it over and tears ensued. He took the whole, "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to" to a whole new level.
Turns out, poor boy had a fever of 103 and spent the rest of the weekend on a cocktail of Tylenol and Motrin. Despite him being sick, it was really nice to celebrate the fact that we have all survived his first year (even though he has yet to sleep through a night!). Here's to year two!
We love you, Gino Mario.