Happy birthday twice!
I think of having a birthday week as something that adults do in order to drag out the last moments of the passing year or a somewhat princessy act of self indulgence, a chance to be wished happy birthday over and over, milking every ounce of sugar (or alcohol) out of what is really only one day. But we just, in Finn's first year of life, introduced him to the joys of the birthday week. You saw him eating cake last weekend and now you'll see him again. But this time Tyler and I primed him with a 3 hour nap so he could fully enjoy attacking his tender birthday treat. Note half the cupcake stuck to his bib.