and i'm mom of the year. for real.
so the day started great. grey woke up late as usual, ate breakfast, played, chatted, lunched, napped and woke up from his nap to have his eggs and banana dinner. it was a sweet and simple day, nothing fancy. we just let him be him.
then it was time to get out the cameras and candles and cake. so i get his party hat out, too. greyson had his fingers in his mouth as i went to put it on his little head. in the process, his fingers caught the elastic string and as i was trying to untangle those freakishly strong fingers, the string popped his chubby little chin. immediate tears. and the saddest cry. i felt horrible.
happy birthday, sweet sweet boy. momma promises not to pop you with elastic or burn your hands in the candle flames next year.