How to Party Garrett Style: Part One

I am a firm believer in the "Birthday Week." Birthdays are far too wonderful to only be celebrated for one measly day. As a kid, I would fully capitalize on this by getting out of chores or anything I didn't want to do by saying, "It's my birthday week." It was also a good excuse to talk my parents into later bedtimes, sleepovers, and pretty much anything fun I wanted to do that week.

We started Garrett's birthday week on Sunday with a little cake and ice cream social with the Petersen side of the fam.

The cakes--and my cousin Jan!
My Aunt Paula made this darling cake for the birthday boy.

Cousin Gracie was a huge help in opening presents.

Garrett was ready to dig into his cake immediately. Blowing out his two candles was a bit of a nuisance and a mere formality before he could get onto the sweet stuff.

This pic shows his cut pretty well. I'd say Greg and I did a fairly decent job closing it up.

Garrett was somewhat overwhelmed by everybody's generosity and was a busy boy trying to get everything adequately played with. He loved the toy airplanes from his daddy.

Uncle B and Miss Abby. She was definitely a party animal.

More airplane fun!

And just because they're so cute--Grandma and Abby Baby (as Garrett would say.)

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to... What good is a two-year-old birthday boy if he can't throw a fit? I was trying to capture his killer dance moves. Of course, he quit when I got out the camera.

We'll be continuing this party Phillips style in SLC next Sunday.