Today was Monkey's birthday. As a birthday gift to me both he and Peanut slept in until eight. Eight! I still can't believe it. Of course to make up for it they'll be getting up at 5:45 tomorrow, but we'll enjoy the fact that they slept in till eight while we can.
Peanut and I sang a horrifying rendition of Happy Birthday to him (she in her high pitched squeal and me in my tone deaf howl), but he grinned like a king through it all. Naturally we had breakfast at the Circus and then came home to open his present (remember that pirate ship he found? Well, I re-hid it and forgot about it at Christmas, so we gave it to him for his birthday instead. He is still convinced it was supposed to be Uncle Rhys' Christmas present, though.)Whatta smarty pants.
At breakfast we were talking about his birthday and he said to us "But I can't be four, I'm not any bigger!" I think it will all sink in tomorrow at his bowling birthday party. 30 of his closest family and friends will be there to celebrate with us. And yes most of them are our friends, but hey the kid is four and he isn't in pre-school yet. His friends are our friends.
