Earlier this month my youngest turned four. He was very excited of course. He was having a birthday. I was not so excited. I had been trying to convince him that he didn't really need to have a birthday. He could just stay three forever. I accompanied these pleadings with sniffs, tears and downright wailing. He wasnt' fazed. He just explained, very sweetly, that he simply had to have a birthday because his older brother and sister were going to keep having them, and it just wouldn't be fair for them to keep getting older and not him. My reply was that I wouldn't have a baby anymore. (My mom has always told me they were still babies at three). He of course had a very easy (for him) solution to this problem. "You can have another baby, mommy." Hmm, well, yes, maybe. We decided that he would just have to give me lots of kisses and hugs so that I wouldn't be so sad that he was getting big. He went along with this! All I had to do was just start to cry that my baby was having a birthday and he would smother me in kisses and hugs. So he got birthday presents, and I got his love and kisses. I think my "presents" will last longer.
Here are a couple pictures of his birthday cake. We had to go with the construction theme. And chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting.
It is hard to tell from the pictures, but the retaining walls are made from candy legos. My kids saw them this summer at the new produce market in our neighborhood. They have been begging for them ever since. They were so happy we could finally get them and use them.
Happy Birthday John. You may be four, but you will always be my baby.
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