The night before the party Isaac's great-grandparents Ankrom took us out
to dinner at Bob Evan's.
Isaac enjoys his birthday meal: zucchini souffle, pasta salad with roasted
veggies, baked salmon with pear glaze and challah.
Some of our guests (clockwise from bottom left): Uncle Troy, Aunt Kim A.,
Grandpa Ankrom, Grandma Ankrom, "Uncle" Rob, Mom and Bubbe.
More guests (clockwise from bottom left): Great-grandpa Steele,
Great-grandma Ankrom, Great-grandma Steele, and Great-grandpa Ankrom.
Probably the only birthday at which Isaac will stand so calmly surrounded
by so much booty.
Isaac showed more excitement over the dishes from Great-grandma Ankrom
than he did over any of his new toys. Hmm...
The birthday theme was rubber duckies. There were duckies all over the
house including crepe paper ducky streamers (you can truly find anything
on the internet) and this duck pond cake. Dad flipped when he found out
how much it cost. Maybe next year he will offer to bake.
Typically Isaac loves all sweets. By cake time, however, he was starting
to get a little sleepy. (No, those are not horns on his forehead. Uncle
Troy decided to give Isaac some icing war paint.) The lion slippers were a
gift from Bubbe.
Isaac thought the party would be a lot more fun with a little beer...
Wendy baked four enormous loaves of her famous challah
for the simcha. Isaac is grinning in anticipation.
This wild thing should probably be in the zoo...At
least that is what Balin (orange blob in the bottom of
the frame) thinks. Isaac chases Balin and bites him with
those new teeth.
Isaac says, "Wow, is this thing real? I didn't think
anyone really had mustaches anymore. Well, except for
porn stars, maybe."
Wendy cooking the birthday lunch. Check out that
porno mustache in the background.
Isaac and yet another Brazilian au pair modeling his
new puppy hat. For some bizarre reason, he doesn't seem
to mind wearing it.
Isaac was highly unimpressed with the traditional
Jewish birthday chair lift.
Grandma and Grandpa Ankrom gave Isaac a climber for
his birthday. Mom insisted on setting it up in the
living room. Isaac, who loves anything resembling a
climber at day care, rolled several balls and cars down
it the evening of his party then hasn't gone near it or
the new cars since. Oh well. Eventually we are certain
he will get a kick out of it.
At 2a.m. on Sunday morning, Wendy woke-up feeling like something was a
little off. When she shifted Isaac in the bed, she noticed that her right
breast was extremely tender. Within a few minutes she was shaking badly
and had to wake Craig up. "Sweetie, I need you to wake up and stay calm. I
think there is something wrong with me." Wendy, being a hobby physician
diagnosed herself with mastitis. In lay terms this is a clogged milk duct.
The milk backs up and bacteria grow. If untreated it can lead to formation
of an abscess. The best treatment is nursing and/or pumping on the
affected side to clear the clog. Isaac was sleeping, so Craig brought
Wendy her breast pump. What little milk came out was extremely bloody. By
then Wendy was shaking badly and thought she probably had a fever over 100
(our thermometer registered her temp. as 97.8 and Craig's as 95, so it
wasn't much to go on). Craig wanted to take her to the ER but settled for
calling her ob's office which transferred him to the U of M birthing
center. So, exactly 52 weeks after placing a 2 a.m. call to the birthing
center to say Wendy was in labor, here we were again. The ob suggested
warm compresses, pumping, nursing, tylenol, and a call to Wendy's ob who
would come on duty at 7 a.m. Can you say dejavu?
Wendy's parents came over in the morning when they heard Wendy had been up
all night sick. By then, Wendy couldn't even get out of bed. Her ob called
in a prescription for antibiotics and ordered her to report to the ER in
24 hours for hospitalization if her fever wasn't gone. Wendy and Isaac
rested while Craig went to teach from noon to three. Then at three, Wendy
got herself together for party Part 2.
For the second
party, we rented a party room at Fantasy Forest which is an awesome indoor
playground (think McDonald's playland on steroids). There are also areas
especially for crawlers and young toddlers.
Isaac with some friends at his party. In the pink stripes is Josie,
Isaac's day care playmate. In the pink shirt is Olivia who though only
three weeks younger than Isaac is 10 lbs. lighter. Christopher, son of
work friends, was the only other boy at Isaac's party.
Olivia with her Daddy.
Olivia, who is possibly more hyper than Isaac seems to have been
everywhere...Here she is again with baby Lilly. Lilly is 4 months younger
than Isaac, but they got their first teeth in the same week as each other.
Isaac and Josie (Isaac's chief girlfriend at day care) play with one of
Isaac's favorite Fantasy Forest toys. We would like to point out that
although we sent Isaac to a Jewish day care to find a nice Jewish girl,
the girl he brings home turns out to not even be Jewish. Oh well. He could
certainly have done much worse. Josie is not only adorable, she is
outgoing and energetic enough to keep-up with Isaac's antics (like having
a toy barn dropped on her head and being run over by Isaac pushing the
baby stroller around the room).
Fantasy Forest has a few rules including: "No climbing the slide." There
are photographs posted showing proper and improper slide use, and
periodically staff will make a reminder announcement about not climbing up
the slide. Isaac, however, single mindedly pursued climbing the slide.
Here he is making a break-away from the infant area.
Approaching the slide.
And thwarted again! Whaaaaaah. Mean Mommy.
All this great play equipment and Christopher spent the half the party
playing at the water fountain.
Mark and Emma
(Lilly's foster Dad and sister) with Mike, Olivia and Chris.
It is hard to know what Isaac is thinking here. Perhaps along these
lines: "What, another cake?" or maybe, "Wow, that is a big ass cake!"
Yawn. Is the party finally over? Isaac fell asleep before we'd left the
parking lot and proceeded to sleep straight through until morning (well,
except for waking up to nurse a few times).
Josie and Christopher had the exact same type of bottle. They spent the
party trying to get the other's bottle. It amazed us that kids that age
could identify a particular bottle type. Isaac will indiscriminately suck
on anything that resembles a boob.
We'd heard reports of a helium shortage (seriously, we aren't making that
up), so we were relieved to see Fantasy Forest was still able to provide
balloons for the party. Here are Josie and Isaac going bananas over the