Late Night Ramblings of a Sentimental Mom

I just need to think outloud for a little bit about becoming a mom again if you don't mind okay?

I once heard a quote and it honestly describes perfectly how motherhood feels for me:

"Making the decision to have a child - it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart walking around outside your body." - Elizabeth Stone

I don't know if I just got a fresh batch of pregnancy hormones, or if I am just feeling extremely sentimental just because, but I cannot help but feel a little sad. I am sad that my time with having just Dylan here to be my only cuddly baby and sidekick is slowly but surely coming to a close. I have heard that your heart just expands with each child...but it's hard for me to imagine feeling as strongly for another child as I do for Dylan, even if it's my own. He has been a dream kid since conception. A dream sleeper. Never grumpy when he wakes up, just smiley and happy. He truly is so easy-going, carefree, a wonderful balance of social and independent, and is always happy. We hit the jackpot with that one. And I am kind of nervous, because for as long as I can remember, Brett and I have always said that he has set the bar so high that we are scared none of our future children will ever be able to reach it. That sounds odd but he has been the easiest and sweetest child. He is seriously my heart. I would literally die if anything happened to him, I really feel that way. I don't think I could survive if something happened to him, like my heart would be dead forever if he were to somehow leave me or something happened.

I know how cheesy that sounds, and even dramatic maybe, but it's so true and I think that's why I love that quote I have at the beginning of this post so much. I really feel like my heart is outside of my body, and I am so vulnerable to something breaking it or taking it away from me and being left lifeless. I can't explain it. And it scares me to think that my heart will belong in two little bodies soon, not just one. I don't know if you can know that feeling unless you are a mom. I remember my mom saying that to me before I was a mom "You won't understand how much I love and care for you and worry for you until you have children of your own." It's so true. I understand it so well now that it scares me.

And please don't get me wrong, we are so excited for this new chapter in our lives to come and a new baby to arrive, but there's a mourning I am feeling that knowing our little family will never be the same as it is now. For some reason, that pulls at my heart strings a little. Is that normal? Am I weird for feeling this way? We have been a family of 3 for almost 5 years now, and it's been so much fun and quite perfect. I just don't know how it will be as a family of 4, I have no idea what to expect and that terrifies me. I keep picturing this little kid running around with Dylan, and I constantly have to remind myself that that little "kid" isn't going to be a kid for a while, it's going to come as a baby. That reminder helps me not be as intimidated. Babies are easy and cute and fun right? They aren't intimidating. It has been so long since we had a baby that I honestly don't really remember what it was like. I am hoping that once the baby comes it will all just kind of come back to me. We shall see in 10 weeks.

And I also feel like I could be feeling this way too because once the baby gets here we are going to be going through a lot of different changes, so I feel like that has a lot to do with it. Dylan will be done with preschool and be a kindergartner, I will only have one semester left of school and we will most likely be moving (not out of state or anything, just moving to a different house). Just a lot of things are going to be happening this summer, and while they are super exciting things, the kindergarten one makes me so sad. I am sad that these kiddos will be 5 years apart (if you want to get technical they will be 4 years and 11 months apart). That's a long time. And while I know there will come a time in their lives that age doesn't matter really (my brother and i are 5 years apart and we are really close and great friends now...not so much in our teen years though, it was actually the opposite then), I am scared they won't be friends while they grow up because of how spread out in age they are. I hope that worry is irrelevant and somehow that won't be the case, but it scares me. But there are a lot of positives about the age difference as well. We have had (almost) 5 amazing years with Dylan. Just Dylan. And it's been perfect. And he is old enough now to totally understand what's going on and he will be so helpful when the baby is here and he's already so excited to have a baby brother. So it's really amazing to see how much he is looking forward to it. I don't know. Again, I'm basically thinking outloud.

Well, since I have been feeling this sense of emotions about my growing little man, I have been trying to make more time to spend with him and save my homework until late at night until after he's asleep. That doesn't always happen, but it's been happening more this semester than the previous 2, so I am feeling pretty dang good. I make it a point to go out and do little activities with him, take him to movies, to museums at Thanksgiving Point, to "Old McDonald's" (as he calls it) to watch him play on the play place and interact so sweetly with the other "friends" who are there (every time we are in a public place and he sees kids, young or older, he always says "Look mom! More friends are here!") to play with him on the floor at home play space ships or star wars, taking walks with him while he rides his new scooter that he can't get enough of, going to the park, taking him to get our drinks and cookies and having him order for me (he knows my exact drink...how sad is that?) (diet coke with light ice for her and sprite zero for him), taking a longer time in our bedtime routine by singing more songs than usual and cuddling longer while he plays with my hair and tells me how much he loves me and I stare at him and we keep saying our "I love you's" and our "I'll miss you's" and almost every night a tear runs down my cheek. I just have so much love for that child! I don't have the words to fully express it! You mom's know! You get it! We have just been having so much fun lately, him and I. And for some reason I fear that it's all going to end when the new baby gets here...I get teary just thinking about it. I don't want it to change. I want us to still have our same bond, our little jokes, our routines, everything.

Please tell me I am not going nuts by feeling scared about these things...I feel like I am crazy! It's so weird being so excited for a new baby and yet being so sad at the thought of how it will change things. I am hoping sure that once the new babe is here, I will wonder why I was ever worried, that I will love him as much as I love Dylan, and life will be blissful....right? Yes. I have to believe yes.

Sorry for all the rambling. I just am trying to process how my heart will expand into two children...it seems impossible but, from the mouths of friends and family, it can and does happen, and it's like you were all together in the first place. I hope that is how it will be :)

And to close...a collage from earlier today before we left on our date to the movies, which included seeing "The Good Dinosaur" and getting popcorn and candy :) We walked out the door and before we got off the porch Dylan said "Momma, let's take a picture! " Ummm can't resist that little man's requests, especially that one. I think he just wanted to show off his new haircut and style :)

this little boy...

yep. you could probably tell from the title, but this is going to be a mushy-mom-post. if you are a mom, you totally get it. your kids are your entire world, your everything. for those of you who aren't mom's (or parents), you probably get sick of us mom's writing and saying stuff like this. but we just can't help it! these little munchkins take up so much of our time, energy, sleep, thought processes and dreams that we just can't help but gush over them sometimes.

posts like this help me when I'm having hard mom-days. you know those days where everything is going wrong, you feel like a complete failure as a parent and you look up at God and whisper for the millionth time in that same day "i am a terrible mom." those days, thankfully for me, are getting rarer and rarer the older Dylan gets, because the older he gets, the more independent he gets, and that, in turn, gives me less opportunities to screw up throughout the day. but, those days happen. they happen to all of us. and when the good days come, i feel like i appreciate them so much more because of all the screw-ups, mess-ups and blow-ups my little guy has had to endure one time or another. i cannot express the guilt i feel on a constant basis and thinking "how did i get such an amazing kid? i don't deserve this little ball of unconditional love with a set of lips that spouts never-ending kisses and a mouth that constantly states "HI MOMMA!" and "I LOVE YOU MOMMA!" and has hands that constantly reach for mine whether we are in the car or on the couch." 

i have been thinking about writing this post for a couple of weeks now, and it always occurs to me to write it after we put Dylan down for bed and we have done our sweet bedtime routine of brushing "teefies," reading a story and Dylan saying our family prayers (we say them and he repeats what we say. cutest.thing.ever) then hugs and kisses and some tickles, then putting him to sleep and as we walk out we say "goodnight" "love you" "see ya later" over and over as we walk out slowly and turn the lights out. he says each phrase back to us as we walk out. we have done this as long as i can remember (well, as long as he could say the words) and i fall in love with him all over again every night as i hear him say those phrases back to us. my heart literally melts. maybe it has to do with the fact of knowing we have 3-4 hours of free-time to do whatever we want before bed. or maybe it has to do with knowing he doesn't fight bedtime so it makes it much easier. whatever it is, each night as we walk back downstairs to continue our night while he lays in bed and drifts off to sleep, we, without fail, talk about what an amazing kid we have, and how we can't get enough of him and how we can't imagine life without him. every. single. night. that conversation happens. it's a renewal of love for our little man, who knows how to both drive us absolutely bonkers and make us melt in puddles of oooey-gooooey love for him. 

so as i said, this is a mushy post (captain obvious) and i just wanted to say some sweet things about him that we love right now, and that we are proud of, and that we absolutely go crazy for about this kid. this is my favorite time right now. i honestly wish there was a way to freeze time, even if it was just for a moment, because if i could, i would do it right now. he is so fun, so sweet, so talkative but not to a point where he knows how to talk back, so hilarious and so darn cute. want to hear how crazy i am?  i have literally thought about setting up cameras all around in each room and video for all hours of the day just so i can watch them in the future and remember how darling he is right now. yep, I'm a crazy mom. but i know this time is so short and it goes by so fast. i don't want it to stop. i don't want him to keep growing. i don't want him to change. wishful thinking. so instead of being a crazy psyho mom, i will just post a few favorite and fun things about him.

this little boy...

-loves school. mondays and wednesdays cannot come fast enough for this kid. the bus is his favorite thing in the world and on the days it doesn't come, he asks for it constantly. so grateful he loves learning and isn't afraid to be without me and is learning skills i can't teach him here at home. he constantly talks about his school "fwends" (friends) and how he loves to play with them.

-has the capacity to watch the same show over and over for weeks on end. nothing but the same.dang.show. no idea how he does it, but i would go bat-crazy. whatever floats his boat.

-has been potty-trained for over a month now. he basically learned all on his own and did it in one day. no joke. one day. in one month's time he has had 2 accidents. he is day and night trained. so grateful it wasn't a painful process and that he was finally ready, and once he figured out he was, it was a cinch. so freaking proud of him i could (and have, multiple times i might add) squeeze him until he grunts for air! 

-loves babies. is obsessed with babies. acts like a baby just to make me laugh. can't get enough of every baby he sees. he.loves.babies.

-is starting to love to cuddle. yeah, i can hardly handle my excitement myself. he loved to cuddle when he was a baby, but for the last couple years he wanted nothing to do with cuddling. now he is on my lap all of sacrament meeting (and i don't have to force him, he actually wants to be there) and on the couch he just climbs on my lap. it's probably the best feeling ever.

-is talking more and more every day. i think it coincides with the being potty-trained thing. in the same week as the potty-training happened and was a success, he started saying SO much more. full sentences. and they just keep coming and coming. we are so happy and excited about this. it's so fun to talk to him all the time.

-still has strawberries and yogurt every single morning for breakfast. this has been his staple breakfast since the boy could eat solids. he loves it, and i love it because it's healthy. sometimes i feel bad that's all he ever wants for breakfast so i make him pancakes and he likes them, but given a choice, he always chooses the yogurt and strawberries. 

-really really really really loves superheroes. it's all he talks about, thinks about and wants to be when he grows up. i guess its fitting since he pretty much is one in his own right.

-is a sucker for candy. will do anything and everything for it.

-loves to think and say everything is beautiful. "those trees are beautiful!" he says. "those lights are just beautiful!" he exclaims. oh you should've heard him every time we drove at night around christmas time. for hours that's all he would say in the car while we drove passed houses and businesses. "those christmas lights are so beautiful!" i had soup for a heart every night when we'd get home.

-has a fetish for waiting until i least expect it, then backs up as far as he can and then darts as fast as he can, making a b-line for my legs and giving me the most ginormous hug around my thighs while almost knocking me over in the process. one of my most favorite things he has started doing.

-says the funniest phrases (like point above) and i have no idea where he hears them. maybe i say them and don't realize it and he says them a few days later? maybe he gets them from movies he watches or from school and the other kids? no idea. but we love it.

-still goes to bed early (6:30 or 7) and wakes up around 7:45 each morning. we love him for this. we know that's not the norm for most kids his age, and we constantly thank him by not changing the routine in hopes it doesn't change anytime soon.

-likes to put himself in time-out. no idea why. but when he's done something he knows he shouldn't have done, he will go put himself on the stairs and serve his full 3 minutes in silence until we come get him. 

-wants me to hold him all of the time. this i don't mind at all. i soak up every time he asks, and sometimes even beg him to let me do it because i know, since he is already half my height, the time is  limited i will be able to do this. i am sure we look so silly, me holding what looks like a 5-year-old while we walk through the store or a museum, but i love it way too much to care. he's my baby, and i love holding him. i'll hold him for as long as he will possibly let me.

-loves to sing songs. his favorites are "let it go" (no idea when he will actually let that one go), Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, twinkle twinkle and the eensy weensy spider.

-has a sixth sense for when i'm sad. he can be anywhere in the house doing anything and when i cry, that kid has a radar and comes running to save the day and wipe my tears and to give me a get-better cuddle and hug. this has happened multiple times. and it's not like i'm wailing or anything. he senses feelings. i love that about him.

-was a jedi in another life. every time he gets out of the bath he has to have his "jedi-cloak" or as the rest of us call it, his towel. he has to have it on his head and wrapped around him while we (he and I) hum the Star Wars theme. then he has to stand on the toilet so he can have a full-body view for himself with his jedi-cloak on and he sings the song again while he smiles and looks at himself. most entertaining part of my morning.

-and finally, this little boy is patient. he's a teacher. he's a lover, not a fighter. he's a friend. he's brave. he's so well-mannered. he's a momma's boy. he's Brett's doppleganger. he has my eyes, and he has Brett's heart. we are so blessed and constantly amazed at how much we love him and how much he makes us laugh and we are always in awe of how we really don't deserve him. we have no idea where he came from. we have a piece of heaven in our home with us, and we know it. i always say to Brett "he has set the bar SO high, almost too high, for the rest of our kids. i don't see how they will ever measure up in cuteness or personality." i know i say that only because he's all we've known, but that's how i feel. i don't see how another kid could be as cute or as good or as sweet as him (basically how every parent feels about their own kid). hopefully i am pleasantly surprised when the rest of them come along :)

we love you Dylie. we are so stinkin proud of you and all you have accomplished in all your 3 1/2 years. you have changed us and made us so much happier than we ever thought we could be. 

so on those bad days, you know those ones we all go through where we feel like the worst moms in the world? i will look back on this and hopefully it will remind me that, although he may have given me H that day, deep down under all of those tantrums, fits, crying and wailing and gnashing of teeth, there is a sweet little boy who means more to me then i could ever express in words. he's there, and i need to remember that. and i need to remember that he is so patient with me, and he deserves the same. because we all have bad days, what matters is how we handle them and how we get through them. 

the wheels on the bus...

this little boy. this one right here. he started preschool last Friday (while Brett and i were on a plane ride home from ORLANDO!!!! that's an entirely different post. can't wait to post about it :) and he did awesome! my mom took him and dropped him off (he is in two different ones) and she said he cried for about 5 seconds before he was fine. so i was a little worried about today, especially since this one (it's a preschool through the state, and he is in it to continue to help progress his speech, which is getting better by the day amazingly) they send a bus, a regular size school bus, to come pick up the students and they get into the car seats they have on the bus and they ride it all the way there. without parents. i was a little skeptical at first, and was just going to take him myself (that's always an option if parents don't want their kiddos riding) but the bus driver called me while we were on our way to the airport to leave on our vacay, and she was so sweet and nice. that phone call put all my worries at ease, and we decided we would let Dylan decide what he wanted.

so last night, as we were getting Dylie ready for bed, i explained that he was going to be going to school in the morning, and that a bus was going to come pick him up. oh my goodness, he was ecstatic! he just kept saying "a bus is coming! a bus is coming!" i was happy he was so enthused by the idea. so he went to sleep, and i woke him up this morning and as we were coming down the stairs to eat breakfast he all of a sudden remembered he was going to ride the bus and said "school mom! the bus is coming! school!" i reassured him that yes, the bus was coming and that's why i had to wake him and and that's why we needed to go eat breakfast, get dressed, then go outside and wait for the bus. oh he was so cute. he ate breakfast faster than i have ever seen him eat, was in such a hurry to get dressed, threw on his backpack and drug Brett and i upstairs to wait for the bus. i quickly made the sign he is holding and thought i would have to fight him to take his photos. nope, he went right over in front of the garage and planted his little bum on the ground and smiled away for me.
after pictures, we went to the sidewalk and waited. after a couple minutes, we looked up the street and saw the big yellow bus coming. Dylan was screaming with excitement; something i didn't expect. once the bus pulled up and stopped, the driver came and introduced herself to Dylan and he warmed right up to her (which never happens with new people, it usually takes him a minute) and then i held his hand to help him up the stairs and stuck him right in the carseat and put his backpack next to him on the bus. he was so happy to be there! i was amazed he wasn't trying to leap into my arms out of terror. he just kept saying "bye bye mom! see you later." i got off and we could see him through the window as he pulled away, and we waved as i prayed he wouldn't have a heart attack once we were out of sight. then we came inside and i kinda lost it. i am sad he is growing up. i am sad he was so happy to go, but i am so happy about it at the same time. and i was worried about him and how he was doing. Brett then had to go to work, and i wanted to keep myself busy so i cleaned the kitchen then worked out.

then 11:30 came and it was time to wait for the bus to come. i grabbed my mom because she wanted to see him get off the bus too, and as it pulled up and stop i heard him yell "Momma!!" I went to see and he was grinning from ear to ear as the bus driver unbuckled him. i asked her how he was and she was happy to report that he didn't cry once going to school or coming home. he just jabbered on both ways and pointed to things as they drove and told her what he was seeing. i was in heaven!! i thought for sure he would have a melt down or ten before they even got to school. but to hear he was calm the entire time? that was completely unexpected. a wonderful way to start the school year off.

once we got inside, all he talked about for 20 minutes straight was school, the bus, the friends and teacher. i am so grateful he loved it. not only is it great for him and to help be a little more independent, it's great for me so i don't have to take him. win win! i am so grateful he loves school so much too. i love knowing that he is around other kiddos and learning from them and making friends and learning social skills i can't really have him learn with just me at home. i now just need him to stop growing up. they need to make pills for that.

he's 3...

well hello there lovelies. i am honestly so sad to see the date i last blogged. ten months ago. i used to be so good and so diligent on recording events happening in our little family. and now almost a year has gone by with nothing written about it. as much as having my own business is a blessing, it's also a curse in this aspect. it's been bothering me the last couple of months, knowing i am editing (non-stop i might add) other families and couples and their memories, but not my own family and our memories. that is why i am cutting WAY back on my business front (that is an entirely different blog post that i will write soon).  i have so much to blog about and catch myself up on, and i pinky-promise to blog lots and lots more.

but for today, i am only 7 weeks late on blogging about my own son's 3rd birthday. oh my, i have a 3 year old. i can't believe it! time oh time, where have you gone? why must you fly by so fast? oh Dylie, i don't even know where to begin about this little boy. he's a full-blown toddler.

he is talking now, not perfectly, but he says tons and tons of words (he was in speech therapy for a year and it helped immensely). we are working on putting two words together and hopefully forming sentences soon. he knows all his colors, abc's and can count to 10 no problem.

he is not yet potty-trained. judge all you want. until you are the one having to try and train a child to go potty on the potty while editing sessions 4 hours a day, you have no idea how hard it is. i have a few weddings and sessions left to edit, then first priority after those is potty-training this little boy. we tried once, and it was a disaster on both child-and-parent fronts. needless to say, i gave up way too soon and now whenever i ask Dylan if he wants to learn to go potty he yells "NO" and runs off until he is sure i am not going to force him to sit on his Cars potty. ugh. it will stick someday. it has to right? i mean, there's no way he will go to 8th grade wearing a diaper (knock on wood) so that's comforting.

 he is obsessed with his grandpa. whenever we pull up to the street where Brett's parents live, you would think we were pulling into the land of Buzz Lightyear. he absolutely freaks out at the fact he knows he is going to see grandpa.

he is now loving Elmo and Sesame Street. that's all he ever wants to watch (when we let him watch shows(, which i love since i feel like he is learning while he watches.

his favorite foods are chicken nuggets drenched in honey. or maybe it's just honey. he wants it on everything, including fries.

he is terrified of hairdryers, vaccums, roller coasters, getting his haircut, swimming without me holding him or being on the steps, loud noises and bugs. i sound like i am describing a little girl. yeah, we hope for his sake it all turns around too.

he LOVES reading books. he has Green Eggs and Ham memorized and recites it all the time. he just loves books.

he loves trains, helicopters, motorcycles (or icicles as he calls them) airplanes and cars. he spots train-tracks from a mile-away and has to make sure you know about them "choo choo tracks! choo choo tracks!" i hear that phrase over and over until i acknowledge that i heard it.

he loves to help in the kitchen. wiping counters, adding stuff while i'm baking or cooking, stirring the food, he loves it all.

he still takes a 3 hour nap almost everyday. crossing our fingers this lasts forever (even though we know we are very lucky we know he has lasted this long with it) and still goes to bed at 8 (although he sits and chats with himself for a good hour or so before he konks, but he doesn't scream at all, just chats in the dark. cutest.thing.ever.

he has a fetish with balloons and bubbles. those are his loves. oh, and ice cream is too.

he loves watching himself in the mirror, especially if he is crying. it's the funniest thing. if he gets hurt or is sad about something, i figured out that all i have to do is take him in front of a mirror and he just watches himself cry for a good 7 seconds then he is all better and all is right in the world again.

he loves dancing and jumping. if there's music, you can bet your bottom dollar Dylan is groovin and shakin his bottom to the beat.

i'm sure i am forgetting a bunch of stuff, but he is the sweetest, kindest and funniest kid ever with the most adorable giggle we have ever heard. he is so well-mannered and listens pretty well. he loves cuddles and snuggling in a blanket with you, and is your best friend if you have food or a drink. we love this little guy, and love how much fun he is and how much joy he brings to us. he makes us laugh all-day long and is just the sweetest thing. we love you Dylie! happy late birthday. the last 3 years have been the best ever.

two...

well Dylan, we made it! you are two. can you believe it? i'm stunned. just stunned that i have a two-year-old.

i am feeling such different emotions than i was when Dylan turned 1. when his first birthday came, i was sobbing, whimpering, trying to hold onto every last second of time before he turned 1. i was kind of in panic mode.

this time around is so different. i couldn't wait for Dylan to wake up so i could run in his room and sing him happy birthday songs. he thought i was nuts. seriously, i think i terrified him more than i made him happy and excited. after i got him from his crib, we came downstairs and had breakfast, and birthday donuts (some that were left over from his party, he loved the change from the usual yogurt and banana). then, it was off to meet dad at work so we could take our newly-minted 2-year-old out for a family birthday lunch. Cafe Rio is a family favorite, so we decided to go there (and it doesn't hurt that they give free quesadilla's to little ones). it was so nice spending time with just the 3 of us. i felt like we had none of that this weekend, which was totally okay and fun, we just aren't used to that.

then once we said goodbye to Brett and took him back to work, Dylan and i had our own fun for a while. he got a haircut, then went down for a nap for 3 hours.
before:

 after:

then once he woke up, i wanted to take him on our first mommy/son date since we haven't done that yet, and i've been wanting to do it for a while. so i decided to take him out for frozen yogurt then to the park to play for a while. i let Dylan pick the toppings, and he pointed to sprinkles and chocolate.

then it was time for birthday cake...

i just loved this cake. we had it made for Dylan's mustache bash (see post before this one) and i just couldn't bring myself to cut it up until his actual birthday, it was just too pretty! so, tonight was the night it got eaten.
here's a video i took for Brett since he couldn't be here since he had school tonight...

he loved that cake, and especially the black and red fondant balls that were surrounding it. he ate most of them. then, after watching some Toy Story, it was bed time for this little munchkin. he had a very long day of playing and eating yummy food and he was worn out.

Dylan, we love you! thank you for having the sweetest, kindest heart. you are so loving and so good about doing what i ask you to. these last two years have been the best of our lives, and it's all because of you! your personality is one that is so loving and endearing. you are also so outgoing! you want to be friends with everyone you meet, especially children. i could go on and on about what i love about you and how much you have changed me for the better, but i've done that a million times on this blog so i will spare the readers. just know that i am so grateful that you are my munchkin. you are constantly teaching me new things all the time. you have truly blessed our lives in more ways than we will ever know. and, i must say, you are the most well-behaved two-year-old that ever existed, at least according to all your grandparents, and your Dad and i totally agree. you are, and always have been, the most well-behaved child. we are just so lucky and super blessed to have you in our lives and for forever! i hope you had a happy birthday sweetheart! i am so lucky that i get to spend each and every day with you, but i hope today was especially fun for you!

love you for always,

mommy and daddy

Dylan's Mustache Bash...

so this year, to celebrate Dylan's birthday, i wanted to have a party. a big party. last year we really didn't even do anything, and the reason was was that i was so overwhelmed with trying to decide what to do that my brain went into overload and we ended up doing nothing except small dinners with each of our families. no, this year i wanted a big party with our friends. so, after 3 weeks of stressing, planning, crafting (thanks for the help Cami), spending way more money than i thought we would, and baking, Dylan's Mustache Bash happened on Saturday night.

we partied until 2am. it was so much fun! i had no idea how much prep work went into something like this, but it was so much fun to put together, even with all the stress :) thank you to all our friends who came and supported us! we had such a blast, and Dylan just loved it!