I love balloons on a birthday. Nothing makes a kid happier than a HUGE balloon bouquet just for them. Add in a pack power ranger ones and you've scored big time.
Going to the doctor isn't so bad when you get the exam room that has the fire truck table in it! Since he isn't a sickly child, he doesn't see a room like this often so he hasn't grasped the concept that it's not polite to go snooping behind closed doors. This table has at least 5 doors on it he had to see behind or die. (ha ha ha...just noticed he wore the same outfit to the doctor that he wore a week earlier at his party!) Emily would say it's perfectly alright to wear Auburn colors on a regular basis.
After shots were over with, we had to wait around 20 minutes just to make sure he didn't have an immediate reaction. We went in the waiting area where the television was and I told him he needed to make a sad face because of the shots. This was the result. I think he could trip over his bottom lip. The rest of the day he walked around moaning and saying..."Ooooooooh, my shot hurts" as he rubbed his poor aching thighs.
This was on our last trip home to South Carolina. He jacked Mu's blanket and when I turned, I was sore afraid of his pink ghost-liness.
Sissy went and bought that famous guitar game for our whee. It HAS to be a genetic kind of thing. Note the wide-legged stance he automatically falls in to when the strap goes around his back. He can't play this game at all, but he has the attitude, look, and heart. That's what's important, right?
Wasn't this just worth the wait, Internets? I have enjoyed being this kid's mom all week long. It's like he hit four and just started growing wide open.
Four must be the magic number for him.