mustaches and meaningful looks

Jack's first birthday party had booze.

He stuck to the soft stuff, of course.  As did his one year old buddies.  

We raised our glasses to celebrating one full year of parenthood.  We had sprinted through 365 days of raising a small human who liked to cry, poop, and disrespect our youthful tendencies to stay up late.  

We looked at each other with surprise, joy, respect, and fatigue.  We did it!

Please note that we NAILED the stripe trend AND the mustache trend.  In 2011.

Jack's fifth birthday party had icy roads.

True to form for this freaky winter, the roads were icy the morning of Jack's party.  As the sun rose, people were careening around the highways as if it was good for them.

We soldiered on. 

We had some of Jack's best buddies, pizza, cupcakes, and glow in the dark putt-putt.  Yes, it really was glow in the dark, and it was actually really cool.

I wore Sawyer while bringing up the rear of the putt-putt parade and whispered little gratitudes that he wasn't freaking out about missing nap.

No booze.

Durel and I didn't have time to look at each other and marvel in the majesty of our parenthood accomplishment.   Five years!  Instead, we multi-tasked in that way that two hands-on parents with a near telepathic connection do.  We partied.  We parented.  

It was, as Jack put it, "incredible!"

My guess is that, if we had exchanged a meaningful glance, it still would have been one of surprise, joy, respect, and fatigue.  Five years!  We are still doing it!

And yes, it is incredible.  And scary and fun and inspiring and tiring and...beyond what we could have imagined.

Hope you find yourself at a loss for words today.

Talk soon,
Heather