our big celebration

Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown?
What's that suppose to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.

~Toni Morrison, Beloved

We had so much fun celebrating Jordan's birthday all day yesterday. He was so excited when he woke up and saw four red balloons tied to his bed and he realised it was finally his big day.

When he went downstairs he found a brightly wrapped box and he quickly ran upstairs to ask if it was for him and if he could open up the gift. We gave him a game that you play through the television by pedaling a bike. He had no idea what it was and he did not know how to use it at first but he is quickly becoming addicted to playing the games.

For lunch we made our traditional birthday trek to The All Aboard Diner which is always so much fun. Then Daddy was off to work and the kids and I played with his new toys.

He was a little disappointed that we did not have his party yesterday and he asked me several times when we were having his friends and cousins over and when we could have his firetruck cake. I felt so bad because I did not even have a cake at the house. Luckily I had some cake mix and sprinkles and I was able to make a cake when he wasn't paying attention so he was super happy when Leah and I sang to him after dinner.

After dinner when he was in the bath he proclaimed, "this was the best birthday ever"! Then he started to count to four on his fingers. He counted his fingers a couple of times and then looked up at me at said, "Mom, four isn't so old is it?" I confirmed for him that no it wasn't. He looked up at me scrunched up his adorable little nose, shook his head no and he said, "no, no it isn't".