This morning eating green pancakes and the piggy cupcakes for his pre-K class.
A few shots from the past year or so...
"Sunbathing" with baby P.
Guitar Hero. Loves it. Watch out and don't be cocky, he will probably beat you (and he only uses his thumb, amazing!)
A few years ago. I love your chewy cheeks.
Osterizer. O-dogg (for D). O. Seriously, I love you, you are my buddy, you are me, you have two levels of voice (loud and silent, no whisper) just like me, you have quite a little temper (like me), funny, sweet with girls and quite a flirt, lowers his voice when talking to a lady, rock star skier - skis through the trees and goes for the jumps, great artist (especially likes watercolors), is never satisfied with a play date or fun activity (this has been occurring for a few months, his grumpy is kind of setting in), really gets his talk on when he gets a one on one walk with either AK or I, loves his big bro, adores little P, loves to show off holding her, still needs a nap, eats very well, loves to get exercise and feel his heart "beeping". I love your freckles (angel kisses), and your cute, self-inflicted overbite (I was a thumb sucker too!), and having to pull out your slurping, sucking thumb in the middle of the night, at least I get to give you one more good night's kiss on your warm, sweaty cheek. I am still trying to find the way to stop the kids from getting bigger. I tried and begged O to stay 4 forever (I love 4, so far it is my favorite age of the kiddos!). He is darling and adorable and still snuggles and is so warm when he wakes up, I want to eat him (but he reminds me that "I won't have an O if I eat him". Happy B-day O. I love you. I can't imagine our family, my life without you.
