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.
In between all of the travel, the Fox turned FOUR. FOUR I say!
One of his favorite things at the Children’s Museum, the Rube Goldberg machine.
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. 
Heh.
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.
He concurred.
And really enjoyed that long-awaited birthday cake in Atlanta.
Happy, Happy Birthday, my sweet, sweet boy. May you always be so relentless in getting what you have your mindset to!
coming for his birthday, and I think it’s going to be a BIG hit.
ly hard to photograph, because he is soooo fast. In the past week, he has learned to walk, and his toddle is getting more sober by the day. He could be walking a straight line by the end of the month. Today he started standing up w/o pulling up–he’s learned to just stand up, no props needed.