Numero Quatro

Our baby isn't a baby anymore, but he'll always be our baby.  Happy birthday, Baby! 

Big number 4 today

Little Man Tate was supposed to have a birthday party yesterday with his friends, but a little lot of sickness in this house forced a decision earlier in the week to postpone the party.  I like my friends too much to send home the flu as a party favor ;)  The birthday shall go on next weekend!

In the mean time, Tate woke up to a little birthday singing this morning and he was so excited when I told him he "woke up 4!"  (A benefit of being born at 5:30 am)

We will celebrate with a cupcake tuptate tonight and open gifts from the family.

He also had a celebration at school, complete with donuts per his request. 

His class sang to him and he pretended to be shy, but we all know Tate LOVES a good birthday. Any birthday! :)

We also made party favors for his class: glow stick bracelets/wands and little cards that I printed over the weekend.  Turned out cute for less than 10 cents per kid, I thought!

The past four years have flown by, and I remember the morning he was born like it was yesterday.  ALL THAT DARK HAIR.

 Happy, happy birthday to our sweet, sugar-loving, athletic, rule-minding, big-brother-following, creature-loving, not-talk-to-just-anyone, eye-twinkling little man!