For Mateo's actual birthday on the 22nd, we had a little "family birthday" as he called it. It was replete with everything he asked for: pizza, homemade vanilla cake with chocolate icing, and his Nana. It took him a while to wind down and get to sleep last night. Each time I walked into his room to check on him, he would sit up and say, "Mama, when is it my birthday again?" "Mama when is it my birthday again?" Only 364 days away my dear.