My little guy turned 4 today, and it’s bittersweet as always. So big and independent! So big and independent :(. Four is so easy to please though, at least this one is … the thing he was happiest with were the balloons I grabbed at the last minute. Helium = joy, and he hasn’t even discovered the voice-changing squeakiness of it yet :). He went to bed happy and exhausted, and I’m following soon after. Birthdays are always last minute around here, and usually involve too-big projects at 11th hour, leaving us exhausted and crashing. Today is no exception, but the handmade easel my husband turned out last night will be a hit long after the balloons have collapsed.
On an utterly unrelated note, what pet names do you call your kids? Mine get called Goose affectionately and fairly often. No idea why, it just seemed right. Catch you tomorrow!