He loves Lego and aeroplanes. Lego aeroplanes will bring on an involuntary box-kissing response. He is a kind and loving big brother. He is a reader, a think, a learner. He is wise beyond his years. He loves school. Somehow, I have blinked, and my baby is a baby no longer a baby, but a small boy, who no longer belongs to me alone, but now I have to share him with the world and school and friends.
His party was a combined effort with his little brother. One desperately obssesed by dinosaurs, the other in love with red lego aeroplanes. We compromised on the cake. I think we can call it a success. Even if I did have to make the plane tail twice. And Buddy was missing a toenail.