So a quick phone call later and the next thing you know the party's moved to our home and Natasha's mom's home next door. The kids played in the backyard and the adults cooked and drank and talked and partied. It was a very mexican party and reminded me of every birthday/wedding/first communion/funeral I ever went to when I was growing up. It ended up being a whole lot of fun.
Happy 2nd birthday, Isabela! Can't believe you're two years old already.
Up next: Emerald's sixth birthday in December, my 31ts birthday in March, Natasha's birthday build-a-bear bash in June.
All our birthdays are exactly three months apart. That's why we can never have any more children. It would fuck up our roll.