I've turned into my mother. This is the part where P chimes and says, "Turned?! You were there a long time ago." He can be brutally honest sometimes. Back to my mom. She used to do this thing where she would just stare at me while I was eating. Just watching every bite like I was going to disappear or something. Drove. Me. Nuts. Well, I get it now. That glazed look on her face? It's called love. I do it to my boys everyday. Like a moth to a flame. I can't help it. They are so beautiful to me and each day they grow, I find myself searching for the baby that is no more. W's face gets smaller and smaller each time I look at him. His baby fat melting away, making me want to stuff him with candy and chocolate just to retain it.
But the hard fact is, there is no stopping time. And now my baby is 4. 4!!!!! Next year he'll be 5!!! Do you know what that means? He'll be going to school. Like real school and I'm just not ready for that. No sir. I try to drown my sorrows in party preparations. I know P wishes I would just keep it simple (and cheap). But the truth is, I need to make it fun and happy because it's hard for me to make this milestone official. You're grown. One year closer to leaving mom. Here. Have some cake. :(
Depressed yet? Sorry.
Well, I knew my W would be happy having yet another train party, seeing as how he is still very much obsessed with them. I just couldn't do it. Especially since our little N is also just as obsessed with trains. Guess what kind of party he'll be having next month? Sigh. I opted for a more colorful theme and went with Yo Gabba Gabba. He really likes this show, I'm guessing, because there is a lot of music and dancing. I think he had a good time, even though he was sick. It was colorful and loud and all his friends came. Oh, and I got the most awesome chocolate cake from Porto's, which I forgot to eat because I was so busy!!! Been craving it ever since.
|Notice how DJ Lance had to be added to the cake. W insisted.|
|Isn't the Muno plate hilarious?!|
|He's so big, right? ;(|
|Look at N's face. LOL!|
|Poor guy had an awful cough the whole time.|
|Baby N, who I'm going to steal when my friend's not looking.|
|The twins came!!!|
|Gal pals reuniting.|
|He was so shy when we were singing to him.|
|Yes, he spit all over the cake.|
|Thanks for coming Uncle Pete!|
|W and his friends, waiting for the train to come.|
There was a festival going on in the parking lot, which I totally thought was going to mess up our party. But it ended up being additional entertainment. An after party, if you will.
|Big bros prize gorilla.|
|W wanted to ride this over and over again.|
|Auntie J, showing N how to dance.|
|I couldn't believe he wanted to ride this!|
|So far so good.|
|This is more like W.|
|He's so good at making his lil brother laugh.|
|Happy birthday, my sweet W.|