When I say last minute, I mean last minute. On Thursday night, it dawned on me when R2 was talking about his birthday the next day, he meant party not the actual day. He said he wanted to stay in a hotel and have breakfast and dinner at a hotel for his birthday, so we were on board for that. Until he asked what time would his friend's be there for his birthday.
I texted some good friends and when I say good I mean good. These friends came and even brought presents. We had our neighbor friends, and some friends from church over (with only 24 hour notice) for pizza, a cookie pizza and cupcakes his awesome sisters made. This kiddo is so loved.