It goes on, and on and on...

I had a roommate in college that loved birthdays. She was great about remembering them and really enjoyed celebrating them. And the best part was that the birthday lasted a whole week for her. You didn’t just have a birth DAY, you had a birth WEEK. So of course, you felt extra special.

This year for Steve’s birthday, we did something a bit similar. His birthday didn’t last a whole week, but we did manage to spread it out over 3 days, although not on purpose (blame it on lack of energy, sickness, etc). Saturday we celebrated his birthday by going to Esteli (see below post).

By the time we got back, it was too late to make a cake or get a piñata. Zach would have none of it. He insisted that Daddy didn’t have his birthday yet because there was no cake or piñata. So the next day I made his cake, which the boys enjoyed thoroughly. But Zach STILL insisted that we get a piñata.



What is a birthday, after all, without cake or piñata? (Steve was really suffering :)

So on Monday, we went and bought a NEMO piñata, filled it with candy, and all the boys, both big and small, got their chance to hit it. Zach was finally satisfied and declared that, Daddy finally had his birthday!