Ashton's Birthday, where do I even start. I swore I wasn't going to go all out for a birthday that he wasn't even going to remember. I stressed and stressed over what to do for him. Jason would say I went overboard, but I think it was perfect! I restrained myself from inviting all of Ashton's buddies (aka my friends) and we kept it simple with just our families.
I took work off and Jason didn't have school that day so we started the day off by heading to Wal Mart to buy cupcake making goodies. Ashton is obsessed with balloons so we let him pick out his very own Birthday Balloon.
When we got home there was a package waiting for him from Great Grandma Morehead. This was his first present he got to open and was so excited for his new puppy dog.
Making cupcakes for his party was a huge "Mommy moment" for me. I don't know what it was about making and decorating 40 something cupcakes that made me feel like a real mom but it sure did the trick.
For Ashton's party we went to Jungle Jim's Playland.
I really loved how his party table turned out. It was probably a little much for a place like Jungle Jim's but this was me restraining myself.
We didn't want anyone to bring presents so we asked everyone just to bring a balloon, since those are his favorite anyways. No one listened though and he got spoiled (Thanks everyone!).
We had pizza and treats and played in the arcade and rode all the rides we could.
I know Ashton did not really understand all that was going on and that everyone was there for him, but I know he sure had a great time. I'm so grateful for everyone for coming and spending the evening with us.
The kid was completely exhausted by the time we got home.
Can't even begin to tell you how much we love you little man.
Ashton has gone through many phases with his hair.
From long and dark when he was first born.
To nearly bald.
To blonde fuz-ball.
To crazy awesome.
For a while he had one crazy long hair that he never lost from when he was first born. It was super goofy, and reminded me of a Dr. Seuss character, but I wouldn't let anyone cut it. Not sure what happened to it now, just blending in I guess.
Grandma Morehead gave me my first haircut when I was little and many more after that. I kept holding out on cutting his hair because I'm sentimental like that and really wanted her to do his first hair cut.
He sat amazingly still and looked so grown up and handsome.
No, we didn't drive all the way to Idaho just for a haircut, we also squeezed in some Thanksgiving Dinner too.
We missed it last year since the Dr. didn't think it was safe for me to travel that far (which looking back he was probably right, but at the time I was super upset). I love Thanksgiving at Grandma's house. We had over 53 people there this year and had to eat in shifts. Something about it, but I just love the chaos of it all.