The sign of a good party...

is that you have cake up your nose the next day.  I promise that is cake coming out of Van's nostril, don't judge me that I let it stay there for an entire day.  He had it in just about every opening on his face.  And I've never seen him happier!  He didn't use his hands once.  I've never seen him eat anything face first, but I guess it was his party and he could do whatever he wanted.  Honestly, I was a little jealous.  When's the last time you just dove your face right into some cake?  Utensils are overrated anyway.  

So here is another picture of the cupcakes that I made.  Did you get that last part?  I actually MADE THEM!  I don't do things like this, so I feel really weird right now.  Van loves his owls though, so what's a mother to do?  They were a success and he could even tell what they were!  TADA!