He is unbelievably obsessed with superheros and "bad guys", so it seemed only fitting that he have a superhero themed party for him.
At the party.
Thankfully, Al Gore invented the internet.
And the Food Network invented Ina Garten.
And Ina Garten invented a seriously amazing chocolate cake recipe.
And included a handy video to watch while you make her amazing chocolate cake.
Bless you, Barefoot Contessa. You and your fancy scmancy parties, smugly overpriced ingredients, and fantastically intricate recipes are a-okay with me.
Charlie and Avery probably bounced in it for 7 of the 8 hours it was at our house.
The energy they have astounds me.
I bounced in it for 15 minutes and had jello legs the rest of the night.
Which either means that bouncing in a bounce house is hard, or I am seriously out of shape.
I can't be sure which...
Charlie insisted that he be invited to his party and talked about how "Piderman" was coming to his "bewrfday pawty" for weeks and weeks.
The next picture is what he did when he saw "Piderman" come around the corner:
She asked him to hold her hand and take a picture with him.
Then she sang him the Spiderman theme song.
I think it's safe to say that Spiderman's heart melted just a bit.
My Boy is Three. And announced to me the other day that he is no longer my baby, but a Big Boy.
Sorry, Kiddo. You may be a Big Boy, but you'll always be my baby.
*** Special thanks to my friend Spiderman for donning what he called a "grownup onesie" in public. I owe you one. Or two...