Which, as it turned out, was exactly how he wanted to spend his birthday. (Or, he was just lying to make me feel better, and I love him for that, too.)
So we had a cake. Considering the house is decorated for Halloween already, I went with it. I suppose this is the curse of those born too near a holiday. I picked out the cake.
Lily chose the plates.
It's all fun and games until you get frosting on your elbow. Drah-mah.
Ok, so that was actually the night before the birthday. On the actual birthday, after every suggestion I could think of, Khan wanted to stay home and be lazy. Easy enough to oblige that request.
We walked around the neighborhood a little. (Sorry for the crappy out of focus shots here.)
We played dress up. When I tried to wear the white hat, Lily gave me a horrified look and said. "No. Daddy's." Well, you can't argue with that, I suppose.
She had to make phone calls. You know how busy toddlers are.
Plotting the next game, we played Lily's version of hide-and-seek. Now you see them. 
And now you don't.
Now you see them.
And now you don't.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.Happy birthday, baby. Love you more every day.
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