Every year there is a birthday shirt and why should 2010 be any different. Bubba was sent off to school Monday in, I believe, his coolest birthday shirt ever. Know how old he is?
After a day of preschool partying, Bubs headed home for cake. Little had been telling him for days that there would be a big cake for him on his birthday. When we dropped her off at school, her last words were, "And when we get home Bubba will have a big cake!" He did.
Thanks to Honey there were candles for Bubba to blow out. (I bought some but could not find them!!! Anywhere.) Bubs did a great job and had unsolicited help from all around him.
Then there were presents opened under the watchful eye of the sisters:
AND an impromptu scavenger hunt because mom (that's me) forgot to wrap the presents she bought. Yes. Forgot. So I hid them behind cushions and throughout the evening he got to look behind another cushion. Good times.
In the end there were a lot of Legos, AutoBGood DVDs, and one happy boy.
Many gifts means many thank you notes. We are doing one a day. He is writing them using this little help I made and then adding a sentence of his own creation (and spelling). He hasn't misspelled a word yet!
Grandparents are not on this wipe board because they are in the second round of note writing. Memom's note will need a wipe board of her own and I just found Grandpa's card today.
So now I need to take Bub's yearly car shot and we'll be done.