Private Schmivate

This in defiance to KSL and their dirty little segment about stupid bloggers who didn't expect to have their pictures stolen off their blog. Really, who is going to remember that kid was hitler boy on the email when he's twenty? And if I start getting nasty comments from someone who amazingly still has access to my blog if I do go private? I totally know it was you (insert your name here). So in complete defiance of all those naysayers who think blogging is just opening yourself up to the world for criticism, here are pictures from the cutest boy in the world's birthday party, which happened recently, but I'm not revealing which day, so you can't steal his identity.

The G-man snuggling with Grampa Claude

My Cake (I baked it and put the brown frosting on, but Abby took over the rest of the decorating).

G-man was not sure how he felt about the cake, especially after it was beheaded.

I opened gifts, while Cristina broke up the brawl in the corner.

G-money and his tummy momma, without whom this day would not be possible.

Thanks, Michaelene!