So we loved on him and all his four-year-old glory. This was the first year we did not do a birthday bash at my mom's house as we have done the past three years. Instead Henry took family and his best buddy, Jake, to the Air Force Museum in Dayton. It was a special day, one that Henry recalls vividly. I don't care much for historic airplanes, but for this now four-year-old's mom, the day wasn't about airplanes. It was about my sweet son and his birthday, a celebration full of praise that I have been given the most precious gift, the gift of an incredible son.
We ended the day with pizza and a Becky Hooper original (her cakes are insane). I confess, being a mother of three continues to result in trying to find quicker and more convenient ways of doing things. This was the first kids' party for which I didn't do one stinkin' thing - no homemade fruit dip, no crafty decorations, no themed favors, no nothin'. We literally showed up at the restaurant, ordered pizzas, and left the drink refills and clean-up to the establishment.
Let me tell you, now having done the Martha Stewart worthy party and the just-hand-over-the-credit-card-and-let-the-restaurant-handle-the-rest party, the latter might just be more my style after all.
4-year-old birthday parties ain't so bad after all.
And as you might imagine, he's been four for only a month and already anticipating birthday number five.