Tick-Tock

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If you don't write a post about your children turning another year older, does it really happen?

Just like last year, at least they know what they like
Yes, yes it does.  Not only do I have a 3 and 5 year old, but they have been for the past 2 months!


Both kids wanted the same party theme as last year, that made decoration preparation super easy!  Donut Bank provided the delicious cake again and we invited our closest family and friends.  We had rented a couple inflatables for the kids to play on, but due to a massive storm that was supposed to hit our area on party day, the inflatable company cancelled our rental *insert sad face here.*  I was a little nervous the kids would get bored...I was proven wrong as they found plenty of entertainment in silly string, water balloons, swings, and chasing one another.  


The worst part of the storm missed us completely and a little rain didn't stop the kids from running about while the adults kept dry under the tent.  After delicious food and cake, the kids excitedly opened gifts and looked at cards.  Lila wasn't sure what to think of so many people being at our normally very quiet and peaceful farm.  She spent a good portion of the time on the safety of Nana's lap or hiding behind Scott and I.  Paisley was so happy to have his friends and cousin Cam there to get loud and rambunctious with.  

The guests started departing and the kids were ready to play with their new toys.  Scott and I are always so grateful for the family and friends that spend a few hours of their Saturday with us to celebrate our babies.  Seeing our kids so happy with the party is exactly what birthday parties are about.
Silly string war
With the kids turning 4 and 6 next year...I wonder if they'll switch the theme or stick with the old favorite...One thing for sure, I'll have plenty of silly string and water balloons on hand! 



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