K turned 4 today. His excitement could not be contained this morning when he work up and realized today was his birthday. My heart could explode from the love pounding against its walls. I never knew motherhood could be this fulfilling.
We decided to get K a bike for his birthday (and maybe this will actually get me to start jogging ...) He picked it out on Saturday (we got an amazing deal at Toys 'R Us.) And he wanted to help put it together today. (The woman at the store said we could pay for assembly if we wanted to ... but that it was super easy to assemble and that she'd recommend we just do it ourselves.) And reports, and pictures show, that he is dearly loving his main birthday present (he even got his first bike injury -- a little scrape on the hand.)
So, this morning, after parades of songs: "K is 4 today. Woohoo!", the obligatory new sticker on the height chart: "whoa, did you really grow 4 inches in the last year?", and the first pics of him as a 4-year-old, with the signature smile nonetheless .. I said to D "Can I give him his little presents this morning?"
D replied, "Um, sure ... well ... I gave him one yesterday." This is the man who told his son last night that he needed to be patient because it was his mommy's birthday and he'd get his gifts tomorrow. Seriously, if my child is spoiled, it's not my doing.
Tonight, we did his hand print in the plaster ... his big, little hand. And then we capped it off with some delicious cupcakes. He also gets to watch a movie and stay up a little later than normal. It's a fairly excellent birthday, according to him.
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