Happy Birthday, Hayden!

...and thanks again for being born on the 7th rather than the 8th. I really didn't want to have a Thomas the Train birthday party this year.

This was the first year that Hayden really understood what a birthday is. He woke up at about 11 o'clock the night before, wandered downstairs, and said, "Is it time to blow out my candles?" He had a small party with a few of his friends on Friday, followed by more presents than any one child needs. Sounds like a good day to me!