The Worst 3rd Birthday Ever!

Last Saturday Ashton turned three years old! Wow, I just can't believe I am a mother to a three year old. Time goes by fast. My mother-in-law flew in for Ashton's birthday, and we were poised to celebrate. Then everything went wrong.

On the way to the airport, Paul got a flat tire. It was only a three month old tire! So while he tended to that situation, his mother caught the shuttle to Lafayette.

Then Ashton got sick. Paul had been sick for a few day and was finally feeling better. Ashton spent his birthday throwing up and laying on the couch. He did manage to feel well enough to open some presents (while wearing a pajama shirt).


Everything he recieved was Thomas related!

We didn't sing happy birthday until Sunday. He only ate about one bite of cake. Poor kid!



Then everyone else got sick. When my mother in law went to fly home, she got to the airport and realized her flight was canceled due to snow. Paul had to drive all the way to Indy to pick her up. The next day he dropped her off and her flight was canceled again! This time she managed to catch a later flight.

Sheesh! What a crazy week.