This year I was extremely grateful that it wasn't a Friend Party Year for this kiddo. And that we had the reusable decorations on hand already and I found 4 Happy Birthday balloons in the junk drawer.
And washi tape to brighten up the only non-Christmas wrapping paper I have on hand.
I was also super grateful that I was like 90% better yesterday (woo!) and could go out and celebrate my amazing redhead. Who is now 11. Eleven seems so big. Eleven means a BOY scout shirt instead of a cub scout shirt.
But eleven year olds still like mud pies (Hoth printables from here).
Really, there was Lego. And a new season of Clone Wars to watch. He was totally happy.
(He was only 3 when I started this blog!)