Fourth Birthday P.S.

Kids are so funny. After the dozens of gifts BBZ received for his birthday last week, I would have never guessed that his singing Hallmark card would remain as one of his favorites more than a week later. Watch the video below for the "show." I love how all of his "friends" have to be arranged before the show can begin.

Fourth Birthday

Big Boy Zog is officially even bigger. We celebrated his fourth birthday this past weekend. I decided to throw all my mommy-power behind the party and make it a grand event. Couple my efforts with a granted request for perfect weather and we had a recipe for a great time. BBZ had decided two months in advance that he wanted a Cowboy Birthday Party. Of course he decided two hours before the party started that he was done being a cowboy, but he came back around to my way of thinking (encouraged strongly by the new Horse Tire Swing in the backyard and some cake!) Click the photo above or the link to the right to see pics from his party.

Four certainly seems to be the birthday with the greatest significance so far in terms of his growing-up-too-fastness. After his party, I quite literally put away the Fisher Price Little People and Elmo Slippers and replaced them with newly acquired Super Hero toys and complicated games and gadgets that he understands how to operate, even if I don't. He is most certainly a kid now. I mean, from a certain angle in just the right light, his hands still look like toddler's hands, but other than that....no luck. I am so torn between sadness over losing my baby and great excitement about the wonderful human being he's turning out to be. I love that my big boy understood that it was his birthday and knew what it meant, but it also stung just a little.

But I do what all mothers do. Get over it, give hugs while I still can and live in the moment. Right now, that "moment" is my son - a.k.a. Batman - calling for help because he's stuck in a box - a.k.a. the Batmobile, so this post is coming to an end while I go help the caped crusader. I will mention that when he calls for me he still says, "Mommy!" Hmm..I wonder how long I can keep him from finding out that I'll also answer to the more grown-up "mom." I hope it's a very, very long time.