Funny. On my oldest child's fourth birthday I was ready to send him to boot camp. (For real.) And on this, the fourth birthday of my "baby," I carried him to bed in my arms like an infant. It's also startling to think...that when said oldest child turned four I had TWO children younger than him.
We'll celebrate the rest of Kyle's birthday throughout the week as we have time (so sad) and when everyone (including our dad) is back in town. He informed us all before prayer tonight that he could sing us the song if we wanted him to. So, we got it on tape.
We spent a portion of the evening in support of the Tatersalad during his city league championship basketball game. It was a nail-biter, and resulted in a 27-20 loss, but was well-fought. Alas, though..we all need a little defeat now and then to keep us grounded, I always say.
Tate anticipates the path of his opponent with such finesse and brut strength, such grace. I think he accepted one of his 7 "with the reach" fouls just moments after this was taken.
The best part of Kyle's birthday, was (hands down) the 12 packages of fruit snacks I got for 10¢ each and the juice they paid me to take.
I'm SO coupon-back.
(thanks to my sister who's passing along the deal specs in exchange for free photography.)
(p.s. Annie and formerly-owned deep freezer - I miss you both.)
(I may or may not have attempted to photoshop the slime seeping from my freezer door in this picture before giving up the attempt with a pseudo-explicative.)
And so... I now go to re-discover the floor of my closet before my husband returns from his weary Norwester-Adventures at Pike Place Market (where they throw the fish) with his O-Max colleagues. Oh, and... I think they were doing work stuff too.
Happy birthday Kyle.
Congrats on a well-fought game Tate.
Bret, if you ask me if you can go skiing over spring break again, I'm liable to vomit.
Girls - I don't think a lady is supposed to eat her Albertson's fried chicken like that.
and
Doug - please come home soon. It's getting ugly w/o you.
