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The countdown begins:

Loi’s b-day in 1 week.

Justin’s b-day party in 2 weeks.

Nathan’s b-day party in 4 weeks.

Sent out a load of invitations today for Justin’s party, realizing it’s a little late, but I’ve called majority of the people ahead of time so we should be OK….or, so I hope. Party plans are materializing, and can’t wait for the big day!

In the meantime, we’ve been attending other birthday parties. This past weekend was our nieces’ 14th birthday party. 14! She’s starting high school next year! Where has all the time gone? I met her when she was only a wee three year old. This year, Nathan is turning three. See what I mean? Time really does fly. Justin will be there one day, too. I know it!

Here are the party animals:

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Justin had just grabbed a handful of cake frosting while Nathan watches on.

Hand and table wiping with baby wipes followed.

We can never get a decent group picture with all the kids. Impossible. There are 8 total. They don’t take cue to “smile” or “say cheese.” They’d rather play or eat cake. What do we expect, right?

Speaking of lots of kids, there were lots of people at the party, too. But, there will be 10 times as many people at Justin’s birthday party. How to keep him clean? I’m carrying hand wipes and hand sanitizers in my hip pack as I (and only I) carry him around. And kids? No touching. I’ve had some suggestions such as having him wear a shirt labeled, “Too cute to touch,” (thanks, Leanne!) and putting a sign(s) up to warn people that they can’t touch him unless they wash their hands. I’ve had my hesitations when planning this party as to who to invite to limit the germs surrounding Justin. But, our families are too big. And, our support system too great. Justin’s never had a party in his life. What better time than now, his first birthday, to bring us all together to celebrate life.

Besides, I don’t want him to be Bubble Boy. I don’t want him to be perceived as this fragile weakling. He’s strong, been through 2 open heart surgeries (3 if you count that time they had to reopen him after the 1st time to patch up those holes causing him to almost bleed to death). He smiles and “wa, wa, wa’s” (this is new). He deserves to be treated with some dignity.

Can’t wait to see him grab a fistful of his own cake!

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