Last weekend, we had a joint birthday party for Knox and Brody. Since we don’t really have a home of our own right now, a home-party was out of the question. Initially, I thought we may do a weekend trip instead, but then, I realized that a trip involves driving for extended distances with two kids in the car, so I changed my mind on that one. Instead, we booked a local gymnastics place for a joint party. The night before the party, Brody woke us up at midnight by throwing up in our bed. After he did it, he acted much better and fell asleep. The next morning, he was totally fine, too. We figured he must have drank too much milk the day before and it upset his stomach (because he asked for “sopasilk meek” aka “chocolate milk” 435 times during the course of the day), so we decided to proceed to the party. I let the moms of other little kids know, just for full disclosure, what had happened, but they were all okay with it since it seemed like a single occurrence.
We just started to set up at the gym when “BLAAAHHHH.” Vomit ensued. I felt like such a punk for 1) bringing Brody sick 2) inadvertently lying to the other moms about Brody not being sick, and mostly, I just felt so sad that Brody had to go home!! Trevors’ parents took him back to their house while we stayed and had a birthday celebration for Knox. Brody threw up once more once they got home and was then totally cured. Knox had the time of his life jumping in foam pits and bouncing on trampolines, and we discovered that a gymnastics party is even more fun for the men than the kids.
This is my husband pushing my brother (inside the circle) into a giant foam pit. The lady from the gymnastics academy nearly had a heart attack and made them all sign a waiver promptly following the taking of this picture.
After playing for a while, we had cake (a gorgeous firetruck cake made by my talented sister, Kayla, that honored both Knox’s love of fire and Brody’s love of trucks) and sang “happy birthday” to Knox while he drank a juice box and acted very nonchalant about the whole thing.
So, all-in-all, their birthdays were a little more spread out than we had intended, but they were both celebrated and loved-on, which was the goal! Happy birthday, fellas!