The Boy's Life

The boy has had him some kind of life in the past week. He officially turned four. He got presents. He had a well child check up with FOUR shots for vaccines.

It only seems right that I dedicate this blog post to him. It only seems right that I accompany this post with a few life pictures. Just because he's so stinkin' cute. Even the doctor at his appointment got so tickled at him she had to ask how we keep from squeezing him to death. I told we usually give into the urge and squeeze the stuffing right out of him. When she asked if he could sing the "ABC" song, he told her no. He then went into a great version of "Row Row Row Your Boat"...straight into "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"....straight into "ABC's". When he wrapped it all up, she very reverently said that in all her career, she had never had a montage. She was very impressed.

I told you The Boy loves green. And all that is green power ranger. My friend Mandi is a pastry chef and makes the most amazing tasting cakes. Even if it is green. He thought this was the most AWESOME cake evah.

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.