Dad wanted to see the twins on their birthday today, so we came in like gang busters to the hospital. The twins were decked out in shirts that shouted they were turning "3" and were travelling in style aboard their red flyer wagon sporting giant mylar balloons of Dora the Explorer and Buzz Lightyear when they invaded "Pa Pa's" serene space.
We got there at 11:00 am and I think by 11:10, Dad was rethinking his wish to have them visit! Ha Ha! I'm joking, he wasn't. We did the whole birthday shebang - cupcakes, presents, singing, playing! William, in particular can get kind of loud! Dad "shshshshd" him a couple times. I figured if we got kicked out, we got kicked out. Live'n up that place!
Dad said he felt a little better than he had. He actually ate a very small birthday cupcake with us and that didn't seem too bad. His counts are still down, so he's going to be down too until they start coming up.
It's been a busy day for us. I know I'm beat. I'm so thankful for my kiddos even if I'm a little sad they're already "3". I think they had a great day and it's always worth all the effort and stress when they are so excited about presents and cake - everything. It's really wonderful to just celebrate THEM.
Here is Hayden's final Hoorah!
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