Four year old boy

This picture is so indicative of what life is like when you are four. You must look up at the trees, invent reasons why you can fly and give yourself silly names. You must also use large words incorrectly and state the obvious, like "I have a green and a yellow card" in Uno. You must run from your mother every time she tries to kiss you. You then must fall on the floor in a fetal position and await her tickles. You must smile as though you are frozen in time, with no worries, fears or trials. You must shout your part into the microphone for the sacrament meeting. But most of all--under your mother's strict instruction--stay four.


Wesley's birthday party was a complete success. I spent very little time and effort besides going to Walmart and picking up the supplies. My husband extraordinaire swooped in with the two big kids the day of the party and decorated, cleaned, made the cake, picked up the balloons and filled the pinata while the two littles and I were at school. I came home to a ready party. I tell ya that guy earns his keep (I'm a little worried that when I finish school I'm going to be out of a job). The kids arrived and we played Autobots vs. Decepticons (Red Rover) and Freeze tag (although no one chased anyone). We beat the pinata, we sang Happy Birthday and we ate cake and ice cream. Everyone had fun, ate junk food and went home happy. The last few weeks have been heaven on earth in our home. Everyone has worked together, been happy and kind and I am feeling just surrounded by the people I love.