It’s been a whirlwind week at the Kahuna house- last weekend we made it as far north as Milwaukee. This morning I’m writing this from Atlanta.
He’s all about good guys and bad guys, fast cars and high flying planes. He climbs. He jumps in to the pool. Anything MaM can do? He attempts to do.
He’s our family early bird, and every day, when he realizes he’s the first one awake, he wakes me up and says, “I’m the early bird, Mom!” to let me know.
He’s been planning his birthday for a long time, and at some point, I told him we’d spend this birthday in Atlanta, at a hotel, with a pool, and we’d get a cake for him (I mean, you have to have birthday cake, right?).
As the June calendar filled up, it turns out, we celebrated with Grandma and Grandpa last Saturday, with cake.
Then the babysitter had a party for him on Wednesday, with cake.
Then at home, on Wednesday, we celebrated with cupcakes and presents.
Thursday, as we were driving south he asked, “Is my cake at the hotel?”
Really kid, you feel like you need more cake? (We went to a birthday party last Friday and had cake, had cake for him Saturday, and had cupcakes Sunday at my niece’s baptism)
Thursday we checked in, met up with friends and the kids got in the pool. We ordered in pizza, and by 8pm, he’d falled fast asleep on the couch, with no mention of cake. I thought we were officially done with his birthday.
Friday morning, right after exclaiming he was the early bird, he asked, “Am I getting my cake today?”
Huh. Um, buddy, I don’t know.
Driving in the car to The King Center, he asked, “Is my cake in Downtown Atlanta?”
Driving to dinner last night, “Is my cake at this restaurant?”
Thankfully, Gigi’s cupcakes was three doors down from the restaurant. I verified that a cupcake would count, and that this, indeed, would be his LAST birthday cake until he was five.
Happy, Happy Birthday, my sweet, sweet boy. May you always be so relentless in getting what you have your mindset to!