the lazy parent's way

We took Iggy out to eat for his birthday. He hates restaurants. 

I didn't even make a cake!

I am determined to make this up to him.

Highlights of his special day included:

The above picture. Look at his hands. "Rock on, I'm one."

Wrestle party in our room. 

Peek-a-boo under the table.

Sparky's magic potion.

Presents, you ask? Cake? Friends? Singing? Wait, there was singing! We sang "happy birthday" like 12 times through the day, mostly to cover our guilt at not planning anything grand. But he loved it anyway. 

We'll have a take-two, perhaps.