Yesterday was the girls' joint birthday party and although I am glad we did it, I have to say that the experience confirmed my conviction that birthday parties for babies and toddlers are entirely for the benefit of the parents. (Also, yes, we threw them a joint party. Their birthdays are 2.5 weeks apart and we plan to double up as long as we can get away with it - I think we have several years yet before they demand separate parties).
Saturday morning, both girls woke so cranky that, were it not for the fact that we had a party to host, I would have put them both down for mid-morning naps. As it was, we had to power through. And crank + lots of people (22 adults and 22 children) + sugar = a hell of an afternoon. Jeremy and I passed out on the couch during nap time as well. We are still recovering today.
I didn't get as many photos as I would like. No cute shots of the more than 100 red velvet cake balls and Oreo truffles I made. No cute shots of the favor boxes stacked nicely in a row. And not a single family photo in which I do not look like a manatee (that last one may not be the camera's fault).
So here's what we got.