Regardless, I didn't see it coming.
Yeah, it was hard to explain.
No one wants to incite birthday treat anarchy.
And now, a word on mini Milky Way race cars:
The candy bars crack. I just want to warn you of that in case you're a fellow only-partially-recovering Type-A. Our cars were all busted up in the rear. Every one of them had been rear-ended by an unseen force. It's almost as if Cory was behind the wheel of all of them.
Also, you may not have noticed (I hadn't) but Teddy Grahams are divided (unevenly) among cheery, "arms up!" teddies and stodgy, grumbly, pouty, stomp-around, arms-down bears. I didn't figure it out until I was a good 6 cars in. The arms-downs looked all wonky and mean. So I had to excise them from their vehicles and call in replacements.
Another thing? Brown M&Ms. You just can't put a brown tire on a brown car. Trust me on this.
You can, however, put 3 blue tires and 1 orange tire on a car, in honor of your brother's high school Chevrolet with the single orange door. It's your call.
We loaded up all three boys (see Charles and Baby Nolan above) for a special dinner out. As fate would have it, they all share a birthday, though Baby Nolan reportedly turned six.
We had to wake them up for dinner. They were all a bit sullen at first.
But chopsticks and kimchi cukes have a way of changing things.
They brought out a massive bowl of ice cream covered in caramel and scraped the caramel off and ate it, then pushed the ice cream aside, saying he was full, only to eat more kimchi by the fistful.
We love you so much, Silas Park. You really are four now. You really are big.
Some of Siley's favorite things at 4:
potty humor (totally tops the list)
cell phone ring tones
sprinklers, hoses, and general water
The Carrot Seed
This cd (aka "Bible schools")