Our nephew Jackson turned 2 years old last month.

I can barely believe he’s been alive for 2 years. This precious baby is turning into an ornery little boy who spent the entire day avoiding Auntie Em’s attempts to get a good picture. You win, Jackson. I truly have no good pictures of you from your very own kickin’ pizza party.

My sister decided to order 347 red balloons for the party. They looked great at my house, but they didn’t look great when I was sitting in her lap in the passenger seat of Mom’s car because there was literally only room for sand or water in the back seat. It was a risky drive home, that’s all I’m trying to say.

Nonna and Gaga bought Jackson so many presents you’d think he registered. This may have also played a part in my brush-with-death ride home. There wasn’t room in the trunk because it was filled with presents.

Jackson loved his red car. He spent most of the party ignoring all the other toys and the giant cardboard fort his Uncle D made for him because he was so enthralled with his new car. He even tried to copy his mom and stuff all 412 ballons in the tiny red car. The only difference is I didn’t have to fit in the car once all the ballons where in it.

My favorite part of the day was the photo booth. I got the idea from some great party blogs and I loved the result. So many hysterical pictures of Jackson’s friends and family saying Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday sweet boy! We love you so!