Hard as it is to believe, G turns SIX on Friday. I can't quite get my head around the idea that my little baby is now over 3 feet tall, can reach the ice cream in the freezer, and complains about how much I boss him around. Sigh.
I am trying hard to figure out what the hell we're going to do for his sixth birthday party, which is in (eep) 6 days. Were I an organized mom, I would probably have lists made, party games planned, snacks decided on, and some idea of what was going to happen on that day. As it is, I have a time and place, and pretty much nothing else LOL. I pretty much know who is invited (informal invites have been made, but the "formal" cards are still in the works), and figure it will somehow involve cake and ice cream, but beyond that it is a mystery to me. I seriously wish that I just had some money to throw at this, because I could just go to a party store and buy the whole damn party, but we are, of course, doing this on a tight budget (damnyoudaveramsey) and I'm having to get creative and shit. Hate that.
In other news, G lost one of his top teeth on Saturday. About time too, as both of them have been loose since Easter. He is too cute to believe with that snaggle tooth grin, and much to his annoyance I keep having to grab him and smooch him all over. The adult tooth is already visible, so we won't have him this adorable for long *sigh*
I'm so excited for G as he grows - it's great to see him so confident, curious, and energetic, and I swear to god I wouldn't go back to baby for anything. Still, he's growing so fast...I know that he's going to be so over us so very soon...I'm really going to miss my little cuddle monkey when he's too cool to want to snuggle.
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