It happened. This happy little dude turned four.
He's been wanting to be carried everywhere lately so ages ago we started talking about how four-year-olds walk--they are too big to be carried--especially going to school. This morning he hopped out of the car at preschool, grabbed my hand and marched right in. No reminder needed.
He took his plush monster truck "Stripes" to be his new sleep buddy at school. Now I know where the proposed cat name came from--a Blaze character.
It is lucky I am married. While I made the requested chocolate chip cookies to share at school and the chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting for cake. But I did not actually purchase a birthday gift. He gets so much from family I wasn't worried but I failed to realize that his birthday party isn't until Saturday and it's always nice to get a gift on your special day. Luckily Mr. H and Amazon came through. Biscuit threw it in a leftover gift bag at breakfast and we were set (see above: plush monster truck). After work, another Amazon box and a few more items back into the now empty bag. He opened them while I finished the requested mac and cheese dinner. We're a good team.
This kid seems to be equal parts adorable amazingness and defiant destructor. But we'll keep 'em.
Happy Birthday, Oscar! We love you so much.