#3 is celebrating his 4th birthday this week!
I know, right?!
Where has the time gone?!
I started this blog shortly before he celebrated his first.
He looked like this…
On a clean day.
I got in most of my blogging time while he was nursing or sleeping or being restrained in some sort of child-restraint-system-designed-to-look-like-a-toy-but-act-like-a-baby-prison.
Or eating cake.
All things he pretty much NEVER does anymore. Accept for sleeping, that he’ll do occasionally. And eating cake, he does that whenever the opportunity arises.
But, some things about him remain the same.
He still has awesome hair…
And, he’s still obsessed with living a double life. As a superhero of some design…
It should come as no surprise to anyone that, when asked what kind of party he wanted to have for himself and his 6 buds, he said, “Ninjas, duh!”
Because, yeah, duh.
The kid truly believes he is a ninja.
It’s more than just some vinyl, black super suit. Ninja-ing is a way of life…
Even the dog is afraid.
Because ninjas are scary.
And also, awesome.
So, we are not only flying across country and attending a funeral this week, but we are also planning and performing a ninja birthday party upon our return.
With full on “ninja fight dancing”. Because according to MY ninja, ALL ninjas enjoy a good fight dance when they get together for a shindig.
There will be food ninjas like (these look easy enough)…
décor ninjas like (the, um, less visually appealing version that my skill level is capable of sorta duplicating in these same colors)…
and even gifts ninjas like (because I already ordered these bad boys for him!)…
To ensure maximum party awesomeness.
Might even consider pulling a ninja-themed craft outta my
butt knapsack, but don’t get your hopes up.
Wish me luck on this thing, peeps, at least if
someone winds up getting samurai-ed in the face it totally tanks, only 6 kids will be in attendance to bear witness!