Bubbles in the Park

Hey, you know what I forgot to tell you about? Lumpyhead's birthday party. (It was in May. Boy am I on top of things.)

(Okay, I'm really just trying to talk about something else so you stop focusing on me being a big fat dumbass who drank too much at a fancy restaurant by accident.)

I've had a few photos of the birthday party up on Flickr for awhile, but never told you about them because I'm so on the ball.

Anyway, Bump grilled bratwurst and prepared caramelized onions, roasted red peppers and sauerkraut for them. He made a pasta salad full of things Lumpyhead loves like tomatoes and asparagus and zucchini.

Lumpyhead refused all of it and ate a hotdog roll.

There were four other children at Lumpyhead's party, as well as Bump's cousin Ben who we somehow conned into watching the children for the bulk of the party. I'm not sure how we did it, but I'm totally packing that kid up and locking him in my basement for future use.

(Ha. "Kid." He's heading into his senior year of college, but I still think of him as a ten-year-old. Plus I don't even have a basement.)

That's Ben on the right in the red shirt.

I baked cupcakes. With my very own hands from a box cake mix. Add a plastic tub of icing and you've got homemade love.

My parents were in town, and to my surprise they actually made things easier. Lots of fun people dropped by to play with bubbles, drink bubbly, or just say hello.

Lula dropped a Level 4 Code Brown on Bump's Uncle Fred. (He was wearing a white shirt. It used to be white, anyway. Har.)

So it took me a long time to tell you about Lumpyhead's birthday party, and it took almost as long to get the damn thank you notes written. (Yes, I suck.) We'll see Uncle Fred again this weekend, and I'm dying to find out if he's as eager to hold Lula as he was on the day of the party.