This month Gavin turned 5. We celebrated in style with his friends, a custom cake, piñata, and an animal show from a local wildlife rescue group. When it was all said and done, Gav asked when his real birthday party was. "Gavie, that WAS your party." "No Momma, that was just my party. When is my BIRTHDAY party?" I think I got him too many toys.
Annah also is growing up too quickly. She had a hard time understanding the concept of not sharing a birthday party. She kept walking around and singing "Happy birthday to Gavin and Annah." She will now tell you, when you ask her, that her birthday is in November. It certainly won't be hard to figure out what to give her. She usually makes about 3-4 costume changes daily. She is however looking forward to a friend's birthday party next weekend. She was a little sick tonight, so she was pretty sleepy, but right before she fell asleep, she started to talk about going to Kya's party. "What do you want to give Kya?" "Sprinkles!" Cute kid.
Five seems to come with its whole host of big-boy-isms. Tonight after dinner, Gavin had ranch dressing on his face. "Gavin, you have ranch on your face." "Oh, that's awesome. It's a mustache." "No, it's a mess." "No momma, its a mustang." "Gavin, its not a mustache. It's not a mustang. It's a mess." "It's a mustang mustache. I like it." Momma gives up. Gavin wins.
