It's early but the day's been full...

When I was getting ready to face the public, Mason (my five-year-old) asked me how old Snowball was (that's our Maltese...the one I accidently left at the kennel in exchange for a dog named Coco, but that's a different story). I shrugged. "About 20 in dog years."

Mason's eyes bulged. "MO-OM! He's missed out on a lot of parties!"

So M threw him one this morning...he wrapped up presents (some of his baby clothes that he thinks Snowball would look fab in). He made him a cake (a bowl of Eukanuba). He passed out party favors to the guests (DH, Julia, and I each received a Scooby goodie bag full of LifeSavers and plastic jewelry) and directed us in the singing of "Happy Birthday."

If anyone needs a party planner, M's free this weekend. Just make sure he gets his nap in from 1-3.