Is a 6 month old baby distracting enough that I could possibly pull off prepping a surprise birthday dinner party for my husband right under his nose? My assumption was yes. Yes, a baby is that big of a handful that it can make my usually super attentive husband completely unaware of the party prepping that was happening right before his very eyes.
Although to his credit, he did mention I had bought a crap load of romaine lettuce.
Still, a successful surprise it was! I love surprises, well actually, I love knowing about surprises and leaving others to be surprised.
So, last night we celebrated Peter's birthday (which is actually next weekend, but I needed to throw him off) by having several of his besties over (or down - as some were in from out of town) for a dinner party extravaganza. I think I cooked enough ribs for 100 people. If you're hungry, please stop by for leftovers today. Lots of fun.
As a matter of fact, I have a headache to match EXACTLY how much fun I had. Drinking is just not the same when you get woken at 630am.
I didn't take a single picture of Peter at his party last night. Oops. I guess I can't do everything afterall. :) I did snap this one of Rory (who shouldn't have been up when it was taken) with Peter's best friend Dylan.
And this one of Peter playing guitar for Rory mere minutes before our guests were to arrive. It was just too cute to break up, but as Peter played I got more and more anxious. He was supposed to be bathing Rory as the guests filed in and surprised him when he brought Rory downstairs. Luckily Rory tired of the Irish rebel songs just in time.
Happy Birthday (early) Peter! We love you!