He's got his birthday routine down so well, that he picked up the cake to pose with it before I'd even asked him to. He had fun, I think. We played Scrabble and Wii and ate pancakes and waffles and toast and eggs and bacon.
His teacher sent home a birthday journal for him to write in last night to talk about his birthday. He wasn't real excited about doing that and this morning when he was sitting down to write, he wondered aloud if this was actually part of the school curriculum.
Guess what? The birthday journal is still blank. Sorry teacher, we'll try again tonight.
The funny thing is, I knew he wasn't gonna want to do it. When I saw the notebook, I thought, oh great... he's getting extra work on his birthday, that should go over well. Yes, I do know my son well.
And I love him dearly.