There's pretty much one single reason why I haven't been here lately: Downton Abbey. I finally went for it and ended up watching all three seasons in three weeks, or however long it's been since I last wrote. Plus the past week where I was just-- busy. So, now I'm back in the 21st century and I can take a little memory stroll back to Bob's fourth birthday.
|waking from his nap on his 4th birthday|
And then for the big event: my third first OB appointment to "meet" baby "Tiki" as Bobby has named "her." Yeppers-- we're expecting number three, due in May, and we're excited! The doctor did a quick ultrasound; Owen sat beside me on the table-bed and Bob sat on the doctor's lap, and we all stared at that little flicker that is her heartbeat, and we watched her little legs kick around. Craziness; and a really special day. We are all so thankful.
Big Gram and Grandmother came over for cheesecake, California Gram and Grandma joined us via Skype, and Bob got to open a few gifts.
"Oh, yeah, thanks."
All day I kept asking my little Bobby, "Wait, how old are you?" or, "Are there any four year olds around?" The proud slow smile that spread across his face each time: priceless. So thankful for this precious little firstborn son of mine.
On Saturday we went out to Red Hook so I could take photos at little Shea's christening and Bob and Owen got to spend the afternoon with their buddy Lincoln -- a super special treat!
Sunday we had a little birthday party. Oh, was that boy excited about all of his "friends" (mostly his cousins) coming over! We painted rocks, swapped books, played with bows and arrows (instructions for a preschooler-friendly bow here), and ate. Oh, and the kids spent a good amount of time climbing on dirt and rock and wood piles and hiding in the hideout. A great, sweet time that made Bob feel very special. Thanks so much to everyone who came!
So that's the story of our Pupper turning four. He is one awesome dude, and I'm sure he'll only become more awesome as the next year unfolds. A little Pupper parting gift, from a week or so after his birthday playing in the tent set up in our living room by the fire, because when I come back after a monthlong absence I have to go all out.