So the Dinosaur Party went off despite my attempts to cancel the poor thing. It's not that I wanted to cancel my son's 3rd birthday party. To the contrary, I was heartbroken when I woke up Friday morning (day of official bday but day before official dinosaurious celebraticus) to find Grayson sniffling, stuffy and then 24 hours later, feverish. I made the phone calls to the family and the friends to inform everyone that not only would you eat cake and open gifts but you'd likely get a nice fat mug of Thera-Flu and an appointment with your pediatrician in your goodie bag if you showed up to our house on Saturday. It just seemed like the best decision to protect everyone's health and well-being.
(Just so you have a visual, this is what Grayson looked like Friday night. Agreed, that's a cool katydid but that little swollen face behind it is suffering!)
I was bummed all day Friday. Grayson had been hearing the hype about this dinosaur shindig for weeks and now he was bummed it wasn't going to happen. Then, Saturday morning I made more phonecalls to those stellar few who wanted to come anyway to let them know that while, yes we were still decorating and calling it a party, we (the already achoo-ed upon and thus positively contaminated) don't recommend anyone else come within coughing distance of us because now Abigail had the yuck as well. And wouldn't you know....my dear family (Yes, Lisa, you are included in the family category whether you like it or not) braved the germs, runny noses, and explosive baby sneezes and showed up regardless (See above posted slideshow.)
I don't have to tell you that this was the best damn UnParty I've ever hosted. I'm going to have to cancel them every year to lock in such a fantastic turnout. Thanks for the memories, everyone. And I sure hope your doctors will be able to work you in this week. Until then, fluids and rest.