Scott and I woke up at 8am this morning and the first thing he said to me was "what were you doing 4 years ago today".
Well, since you ask I was knocked out cold and having a baby ripped out of me. For some reason my family hates it that I say that. I guess it's just the image they get when I say ripped out.
I am so excited for him to grow and learn and experience life but at the same time I want him to still be a baby. He's my last baby. No more can come from me.
We made it to church so everyone could sing happy birthday to the birthday boy. As the congregation (we go to a very small church) started singing he proceeds to hide under my chair. The church is small enough we sit in folding chairs. No pews for us yet, even though we have been a church for about 25 years now. We just don't seem to grow. Scott wants to go to the other Methodist church here but I'm a charter member of this church and except for that one old cow I would miss the other members. That one old cow is the one that told people I had killed my granny.
After church we stopped by the store and picked up Harley's Spiderman birthday cake. As soon as I can get pictures up I will. He's been talking about his birthday for a couple of weeks now. But not just about his birthday but about his Spiderman Birthday. He ADORES Spiderman.
For lunch he ate two popcorn shrimp and then asked for cake. Scott was watching the Daytona 500 so I convinced Harley that he needed a nap and we took a 2 hour nap. He told me he wasn't tired but within 2 minutes he was out. The only thing he insisted on doing was taking his pants off and napping in just his shirt and his undies. He informed me it was more comfortable to sleep kinda naked. Ok, as long as he slept I was happy.
When we woke up we dug out his hidden decorations and helped me put up his birthday stuff and ran around the house barely containing his excitement that Nana and Grandpa were coming for his Spiderman Birthday.
He ate two bites of pork chop, 3 bites of mac & cheese and then ran and grabbed his presents to open. We managed to convince him to wait until every one was finished eating before opening his presents.
Scott and I got him a big boy bike with training wheels. We had it hidden in our truck so he didn't see it until dinner. He kept walking around it and saying he didn't want a bike but he kept coming back to inspect it. He spent a good hour walking around with his new helmet on. He wants his bike now. It's a cool green color appparently.
He was thrilled with the Spiderman underwear and socks and has proudly displayed them on the end table in our living room. He also got some Spiderman toys and coloring books.
It's almost midnight and he is finally asleep. It should be so much fun getting him up for school in the morning.
I'm off to bed, I'm so tired after the fast weekend that I think I need another day to just relax.
Hope you all have a good week.
1 comment:
Happy Birthday Harley :)
Spidey is the best.
I watched him as a kid every day at noon before the Flintstones.
Sometimes being in a smaller church is better and more fulfilling than being in a massive catherdral.
Its more personal in a smaller enviroment and you don't feel as insignificant lost in a big crowd.
How can someone say that about you or any person, old cow more like a sow.
Have a nice week yourself
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