A Birthday Weekend...

In mostly pictures and few words... not just because a picture is worth a thousand of them, but because I took nearly that many.  :)  You've been warned.

We started the weekend with cousins at the Extreme Air Trampoline place.   We were extreme air virgins... but no more, baby.

To say these little men of mine loved it would be the understatement of the year.  I was floored with their fearless approach to all things trampoline.  

I had to pry Kael's little fingers off of the trapeze swing when our time was up.  Those ninety minutes just didn't add up to getting our fill, apparently, so I'm sure we'll be back.

 I guess that means we'll be signing up for gymnastics this winter.  And crossing our fingers that some of our excess energy is burned in the effort of crawling out of the foam pits.  

We spent Saturday celebrating our little two-year-old with our amazing families.  He was a complete ham and loved all the attention and the little friends.  Everyone who came got the same greeting...
"Hi!  I Two."
We here at the Gardner household call that a Strike.  He bowled 'em over that one.

We had an airplane party and our little Captain didn't seem to mind a bit.  In fact, decorating "airplanes" also known as apple boxes seemed to be his favorite activity of the afternoon.

Saturday night was the big rivalry game.  Although, 0 for 4 sure doesn't it make it seem like much of a rivalry for the BYU fans among us.  Look at these pictures of Grandpa Hooky and Grandpa Bob... 

You know, that big old cranium of Grandpa Hooky's is just gonna get bigger and bigger thanks to this weekend's game.  But it sure is fun to listen to them razz each other.

And Mother Nature left one of the loveliest Indian Summer days for our big event, for which we were very grateful.  Partying hard in the yard is just that much better with kids, you know?  Walls and houses are so darn confining.  :)

We felt the love for sure.  I'm awfully glad for these dates on the calendar that make for an afternoon of nothing but family, food, sugar and silliness.  For no other reason than to celebrate life.

Because, man... we have a good one.

So let the community cake eating, the group present opening and the dual airplane piloting begin.

And this little two-year-old?  He's so handsome I can't get over him.

Happy Monday.

Happy Fall.