It's Great to be 5

The first birthday that I can really remember was my 5th.  I think that's why I have been trying so hard to make this birthday special for Spencer.  Of course I always try to make his birthday special every year, but this year just seems like I'm doing extra.  Maybe I have always put this much work into it but I just didn't notice because I wasn't so tired and I had a lot more free time.

 

Spencer was born on a Thursday.  The following February had a leap day so his 1st birthday was on Saturday.  It was Sunday when he turned 2, Monday (Labor Day Monday) when he turned 3, and Tuesday when he turned 4.  This year was another leap year so his birthday was back to Thursday.  He's never had a Wednesday birthday.  Interestingly, I was born on a Wednesday and my birthday the year Spencer was born and this year was on a Wednesday.  What does this all mean?  Absolutely nothing.  It's almost 1 am, and I'm waiting for cake #1 to come out of the oven.  I have too much to do, not enough time to do it and a baby who wants to be physically touched all day long.  I'm tired and writing incoherently.

 

We got up this morning and after some cuddles I took Spencer's official 5 year old picture in his 5 shirt before I left for work.  This was the very first take.  When he turned 2 I think we took about 86 to get a good one.

 

I was very sad that I had to work on his birthday, but Spencer was just fine.  He loves his sitter.  I was back home 5 hours later.

 

When I got home we took his block pictures.  I think this is going to have to be the winner.

 

Spencer looks much better in this one, but you can't really read the blocks.  Anyone with photoshop want to work on this?

 

Then it was FINALLY time for presents!

 

When Spencer opened this one he said, "oh, how cute.  It's a.....mom, what is this thing"?  It's actually a back of the seat organizer for the car.  We got Spencer the dog and Elliott is getting the frog for his birthday.  Don't tell him.

 

I bought this shirt back in, like, March.  Elliott is getting a matching one for his birthday.

 

Michael and Spencer went shopping to get Elliott a Christmas present after he was born.  We had nothing for him because he shouldn't have been here.  While they were out Spencer saw a Thomas the Train camera.  It used actual film.  He begged Michael to buy it, but he didn't.  We spent about 6 million dollars on Christmas presents for Spencer (I was feeling guilty about spending 2 weeks away from him while I was in the hospital) and all he has talked about for the last 9 months is that Thomas camera he didn't get.  I can't find a digital Thomas camera anywhere, so I bought a blue digital camera, slapped a Thomas sticker on it and called it a day.  He loved it. 

 

Yes. 

Those are lobster underwear.  There are also turtle ones, football ones and monkey ones. 

 

We let Elliott play with blue tissue paper while Spencer was opening his gifts.

Big mistake.

 

After presents we tried for some nice brother pictures.

It was a disaster.

 

 

We gave up and headed to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. 

 

They put Spencer on the saddle and everybody gave him a big birthday Yee-Haw!

 

Elliott was getting tired and fussy so I gave him a piece of broccoli.  He has been eating broccoli since last weekend and he loves it.  It has been pureed though. I haven't given him a whole piece.  He had NO CLUE what to do with it.  What's funny is that he puts everything in his mouth.  Everything.  Even blue tissue paper.  But he didn't but the broccoli in his mouth.  Not once.

 

He was intrigued and somewhat obsessed.

 

Spencer got an ice cream sundae.  It was free.  Thank you Texas Roadhouse.

 

And Elliott still couldn't figure out the broccoli.

 

 My mom and dad are coming up tomorrow.  It's grandparents day at Spencer's school and then they are going to help get ready for the party.  I can't wait until they get here.  What I want to do is let them entertain my kids while I go sleep for about 4 weeks.  What I'm going to have them do is sweep the front walkway (dad) and make egg salad (mom).