B-Day #2 and Father's Day

So yesterday we had a little family party for the Carter Man with the grandparents, aunts and uncles. It was a good time, and not stressful since we kept it simple (nobody likes a stressful party). At first C-Man was a bit shy, what with all the 10 or so people staring at him, but eventually he warmed up to being star of the show. He ended up eating some cake (food isn't really his thing), actually paid attention while opening his presents, and played and played and played. He almost did his downward dog pose for everyone, but he got stage fright mid-pose. Yeah, Carter does downward dog, have I mentioned that before? He's a yoga baby. You say "Carter, do downward dog." And he does it. A smarty pants, that one. Here are some pictures for your enjoyment. First: decorations. Second: the man.

It was a great time.

And father's day. Aaawwweesooommee (truth. Tom said it was). He loved his gift (a golf related living social deal). He loved going to the park (we have the best park down the road) and he loved not having to do all those darn chores that go along with the day (although he ended up doing some when I wasn't looking). And now I'm sitting here writing and he's doing the dishes. Really?  Is he this good? He is, friends. Get yourself a husband that does the dishes and you have won. BIG time. OK, before you think I'm horrible for not taking over on the dishes front, relax. I got up to do them, but he declined.

Off to drink some lime-a-ritas (they're ok) with the best Dad ever (well, our own Dads were pretty awesome themselves so I guess the title can be shared).