Truth: I didn't forget George's birthday, I just got my days mixed up. I swear. When I looked at the calender, I thought the 21st was Monday. Not Sunday.
Evidence: On Friday, when Mom and Dad stopped by with dinner from El Pollo Loco (my favorite...go try it) I said, "Hey Mom, I think we're going to have a family party this year for the boys. So come to dinner on George's birthday on Monday."
This evidence proves that I didn't simply forget my oldest son's birthday.
Verdict: Either way, I suck because on the actual day of George's birthday I didn't have any of the following items: Cake, Ice cream, gifts, candy, and any other type of party item you can imagine.
So, to make sure George had a great day, we sent him down to Grandma and Grandpa's house for all-you-can-play Nintendo, while we (yes, Mark was as much a part of the forgetting/confusement as I was) totally went to the Walmart . . . on the Sabbath . . . which, I promise, is not something we typically do. But, given the pathetic circumstances, we felt it a must.
In the end, I think George had a great 'family' party with his grandparents from both sides and his siblings. Here's my handsome guy. I can hardly believe that I had him 9 years ago! Time sure flies and my baby just gets cuter and cuter.
Oh, and of course we used today as a family photo-op day.
My Three Sons.
My baby girl.