The boy who doesn’t like opening presents, who hides from his cake and goes under the table when people start singing him “happy birthday.” He likes a small and simple day. We let him open a few gifts from grandparents in the morning before daddy left for work so he had a few things to play with. We walked to the park and he tried out his new crossbow. Daddy came home from work early so he didn’t have to wait too long for the rest of his presents. He requested pancakes and bacon for dinner, which was a thrill to the girls. So we had that plus chocolate birthday cake. He opened his gift from us which was a drum set, and it definitely was the highlight of his day. We were so happy to be able to surprise him with something so unexpected. He loves drumming and had asked for a drum awhile ago, and usually can be found beating to the rhythm of music with two railroad track pieces on the couch cushions. I didn’t finish his sweater in time which is a disappointment, he even asked about it, but I’m almost done with it now and will share pictures soon. I really can’t believe how much he’s grown in the last year and how he has transformed from a little baby to this big gangly kid. So weird.
I left his cake on the table after we enjoyed some so that we could bathe the kids and get them to bed. Usually Brandon and I will shower and get in our jammies after the kids are down. We came out after our shower and Noah was standing at our door (out of his bed) with his hands in his mouth. Brandon noticed he was all chocolatey around his mouth and at first told him he was going to spank him, then he started smirking and said, “well you’re just so darn cute and it is your birthday, but get back in bed.” We were chuckling that he would get out of bed knowing we were in the shower and go sneak a bite more of his cake. Little did we know until we came back into the kitchen what he had actually done. (I wish I had thought to get a picture of it!) His cake was scraped nearly clean, covered in little claw marks everywhere. He had literally licked the icing off the entire cake. Three days later on Phoebe’s birthday he snuck out of bed and licked the icing off of HER cake too, even though I had put it higher on the counter. So he’s become a little night raccoon sneaking into our kitchen after bedtime. He is quiet, this one, but mischievous.