sweet six

birthday month is over. he still doesn't really know if mom is 29 or 35, and still just says dad is "old as dirt," and after nine months of calculating "how many days until my birthday again?" it was finally time.

 we had a birthday party last saturday with his friends.

jack and our new friend, jack.

guess who the party pooper was?

   last year we celebrated with a birthday snowstorm and this year we had hurricane sandy.
and although i get an F for preparedness with a couple jugs of water and a broken flashlight...

 ...we survived and woke up to anooother canceled school day!

and many presents.

 so we baked and sampled the birthday cake...

(i know, i know, my worst one ever. a "camoflouged, hurricane cake") 

...and put on our T shirts and shorts and headed outside with scooters and some pals.

(it was in the high 60's and gorgeous on the no-school day birthday)

this little sweetie may have the same sugar addiciton/reaction as his mama.

and this is what the birthday guy requested for dinner. and yes, he ate it all! (harter genes shining bright here)

mr. sweets pulled over a chair and snuck into the cake when no one was looking..

it's hard to believe my biggest guy is six.

he has real friends, and plays sports, and goes to a school with his own locker. and water fountains. and a classroom flag with the pledge of allegiance pasted just underneath.

he's impatient and inquisitive. he asks ten thousand questions a day. and wants to know how to spell everything we see. every. thing. we. see. he loves his mama's jokes and even makes up his own. cries a little, torments ben a lot, and is just my bestest buddy.