The Buzz is F-I-V-E!
I held him the morning of his birthday and told him again the story of his birth -
how I laid on the couch 24/7 for weeks to let him cook,
how I first saw him kicking when he had been in my tummy for only 10 weeks,
how he peed all over the doctor when they pulled him out,
how he made little grunts when he breathed,
how he is my favorite boy in the entire universe and I'm so happy that he's five.
He wriggled free when I finally came up for air and went to play with his monster trucks.
Nothing gets between this boy and his monster trucks. No-thing.
So that was his birthday party! We pretended we were at a monster jam - invited a few of his friends, got loud, ate junk food, and celebrated one very cool boy.
The Orange Crush pop was his very favorite part of the day, scratch that, his favorite part of his entire life. He popped one open when the first friend arrived, and polished off three by the time they left.
Treats for friends....a monster truck, peanut butter crackers, chocolate milk, and a gold medal necklace.
