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We made it.

We being the family as a whole, having survived 'three' without any calls to child protective services.

My baby's finally four, and it's hard to tell who is most excited.

He bounded into our room at 6 and every 10 minutes thereafter to ask when we could go buy his presents. Apparently he didn't realize that we purchase gifts ahead of time. While we waited for Davis to wake, he opened presents. And yes, he got the aircraft carrier.

We had a family breakfast at our favorite spot before hitting the park and the grocery store. After a special request lunch (peanut butter, jelly and cream cheese sandwich), he spent two hours holed up with his beloved aircraft carrier.

(sigh)



We will celebrate with family on our beach trip and we are saving the pirate party for a time when our driveway, bedrooms and bathrooms are all functioning properly. As I type, Peter is on an air mattress in his bedroom stripped of all but his trucks and his bookcase. Davis is sleeping in a pack n play in his room with nothing but a changing pad and rocking chair. Oh, and sound machines. Why did we ever agree to get our floors refinished?!? We essentially must move out... The same week we have a birthday and are prepping for a trip. I must done lost my mind. It will all be over in a week, thank goodness.

He chose Chick-Fil-A for supper as one might imagine, and Daddy was thrilled to oblige. Once sleepy boys were in bed, we got to work disassembling, hauling, and packing.

This morning, he began coming in at 4:30. Every 25-30 minutes he would have a question or comment. I had a few choice words for him too. All day has been one long string of whining and cynicism, because he's so tired of course. Is it too early to look forward to five?




The birthday hangover - he was asleep before we got out of the neighborhood this afternoon.

Happy "birday" sweet Peanut. I love you to the moon and back. But even the moon isn't interested in company at 4 am.