Kiel's birthday has happened. If success is measured in the amount of vomit I had to clean up, then Kiel's birthday was several giant puddles of success. I decided I could carry on my birthday niceties into Sunday, since he had crumbled into an invalid after the previous night. I now know what it's like to raise a child. Only one day experience, but I think I get it. Sew the vagina up now.
Food-stivites included layered birthday cake, homemade bean/salsa/cheese dip, and a football sunday feast (that I ate most of).
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