Last night we were invited to go to the first birthday party of one of my friend's sons. It was awesome.
When cake time came, his mom cut him a HUGE piece of cake, sat him in his chair in the middle of the kitchen and let him go to town. We watched him tear into that cake and get it EVERYWHERE. It was hilarious to watch his pure joy at getting cake. Just awesome. If you head over to his mom's site you can see the ear doctor and the AWESOME, HUGE yellow ball that we gave the birthday boy!
The party was really great, but at one moment I looked around and was a little stunned. It was the same group of people that I've been hanging out with for almost 5 years. Back then no one was married. We were all just a bunch of yay-hoos planning trips to Mexico on a whim and staying up WAY too late.
Now the ear doctor and I and one other couple were the only people who didn't have kids. There were 4 kids there. Owen (1 year), Adria (9 months), Zach (5 months), and Mkena (1 month).
When did I get to be a freakin grown-up?