If anyone wants to relive the grand adventure of the giraffe birthday party last year, please feel free to do so here or here. This year it was easy to choose a train theme since it is basically the only thing that Evans ever talks about. Seriously, y'all don't want to know how many times I hear the word "choo-choo" a day. It was only fitting.
Evans woke up on the morning of his birthday to a stash of loot comparable to a little prince. Deaner and I stocked up on Thomas trains when we were home this summer because we knew we were going to give him a train table for his birthday. Since everyone knows how I am with surprises, I'll just admit that we bought the train table and gave it to him weeks ago.
We lucked out with our weather on the day of the party with sunny skies and a high of 72 degrees. Not exactly the German norm. Evans got to celebrate in train style.
I have a new appreciation for Evans' calm nature. I witnessed children karate chop each other in the stomachs, jump off the 3 ft ledge INSIDE my house, climb OVER the top of a baby gate I set up to keep children from leaving the first floor, one child attempt to overturn our 50 inch plasma television and the wildest child I have ever met in my life state that the other kids were "stressing him out". Hmmmm. Maybe next year Evans will have an all adult birthday party! :) Thankfully this year there was no crying during happy birthday and frankly I'm not sure Evans knew everyone was singing for him.
Though he still manages to look very mean in this picture. Last year I caught a little guff for throwing a giraffe party and then dressing Evans in an elephant outfit. What can I say? I bought the outfit before I picked the theme. I was not going to have a repeat of last year so my friend Emory sent this shirt for E to wear.
Surprisingly enough, he also ate/licked a cupcake.
I think that everything turned out nicely and that everyone had a good time. Thanks to that raspberry beer cocktail for sure! Evans even got to hang out at his new beirgarten table with his two favorite German guys, Georg and Michael. They attempted to teach Evans how to drink out of a cup stating that his bad American parents hadn't taught him that yet.
I would just like to point out the puddle beneath him, the obvious change of costume and the proud look on his face after soaking himself.
The birthday party went a bit later than originally expected so after our last guests left we let Evans open up his presents before hitting the sack.
You could tell he was losing steam at the end and actually put up zero fight when I finally put him in bed after 10pm. This train has definitely been in the bed with him every night and accompanying us on all car rides. It's not exactly the easiest thing to carry around!
But he loves it! Whew. That is all I believe. I'm sick of uploading pictures so if I decide I left out anything that can't be left, I'll update. I have a good feeling about Evans' 2nd year and my 32nd year. We certainly have enough toys to last us until Christmas! :)