What really happened is that we woke up to a rainy and bone-chilling morning and decided to take him swimming. Until I realized my swimsuit was not in its designated drawer, or anywhere else. I think I left it in Bruges.
Once I was done fretting about the swimsuit debacle, we celebrated. And by "celebrated," I mean ate lunch Surinamese restaurant (zo lekker!) then came home and took naps. All of us. No cake, no candles. Naps, then I sewed a button on a shirt. Tony put Julian cross-legged on an aluminum serving platter and scooted him around for a bit on the floor, which resulted in gasping-quality baby giggling. Party hats and tinted critters are for Wednesday (see below for a sneak peek!). Indoor, horizontal floor sledding was for today. In the end, we had a really sweet little day together.