We survived. That's about all I can say of Two's birthday sleepover bash, which started yesterday at 4 and went on until the wee hours of this morning. All in all he had maybe four hours of sleep, and I am dumbfounded that he made it through today as well as he did. Hopefully he'll get a good night's sleep tonight and be ready to jump into the crazy-busy he has ahead of him without much trouble. I want to write something about him and his eight-ness tomorrow, on his real birthday, but for now here's an image of him catching sight of his candle-lit cake.