I mentioned before about how I dropped the ball with Wyatt's birthday this year. Oops. No, there wasn't bunting made from grandma doilies, we didn't drink homemade punch from mason jars, and there wasn't even organic candy gift bags passed out. We all met up at Chuck E. Cheese, blew money on tokens, played a bunch of games and then came back to our apartment for cupcakes, pizza, and presents. It was low-key but totally fine. I'm glad that Wyatt had fun and he loved having everyone around. He's talked about his birthday for the last few days and so I think that's all that really counts.