We survived.

I'm not sure he's perfect yet, but we survived Zack's 3rd birthday party. There were about 10 pre-schoolers and 2 babies, along with parents. The general consensus was that Rob and I were brave and that the party was a success. Zack got a big kick out of having his friends from school show up at his house, which was just what we were hoping for. He also had a lot of fun with Grandma and Papa and Uncle Geoff. He was very sad to see them go.

"Nirvana is coming. The mystic portal awaits."

The next weekend, our friends Deb and Shawn came down with their parents and their two daughters. What a great weekend! We even had a beautiful, warm Sunday so that our visitors from the North could soak up a little sun and warmth to take home.

Zack helped me make cookies for the weekend. He cracked the egg, poured in the flour, and added the chocolate chips. He stole a few for himself, which he lined up on the counter, all pointed the same direction, before he ate them.

Play-doh was a big hit for all the kids.

And while I'm updating, here are a few pictures from the snow in January.

On other fronts, Zack had started wearing big boy underwear. It started with a book we got him for his birthday, called Diapers are not Forever. He wanted to wear underwear to school the next day, so we figured we'd try it. His teachers were very excited and supportive. He's been doing really well with it--the past two days he's had no accidents while at school. He's very proud of himself, as are we.