Woo-hoo! Can you believe it? Sometimes I look at him and I remember no other stage than the one he's in right at this moment. Then I see a picture like this and feel like it's been eons since that little fellow existed. I guess that's the thing about cliches; they are sappy, but true. Time does fly. You're right - I should cherish these moments. He'll be a big boy before I know it.
We had a party at our house for mostly kids from his school and his cousins
(Brannigans in the house!) Again, we tried to celebrate at the Golden Gate Park Carousel and Playground (remember his first birthday there? Oh yeah, right - no you don't because one week before the party, they demolished that 50-year-old playground for remodeling. Don't get me wrong - it's great fun now, but I'd already sent out the invitations and everything...ANYWAY) There were roughly 14 kids running around with attending parents, a Grammie and a couple of babies too - talk about mayhem! We had clear skies leading up to the birthday (despite the threat of storms - the raining and the wind!!) it rained and gusted 30 mph winds on the day of
and then, oh nice, sunny day following the birthday. Bitter? Me? Okay, a little. But in the end, it was really fun and the kiddos played upstairs until everyone arrived then Dadsie took 'em all down to the garage to ride trikes, play with chalks and the trains, and climb the slide structure. Then up they cake for
(homemade, natch!) birthday cake. Some gift opening with just family (watch that paper fly!) Really fun, fun, fun.The next morning, on his actual birthday, we opened presents in bed and if the internets would let me post a 3 minute movie, I'd have all you people in tears. He got a little bag of different sized horses (thanks Grandmom and Grandad!) which was awesome because, well, here's the thing about Nolan: he likes animals. (That is an understatement.) He opens the first one and it's kinda little and he says, "Little baby horsie [ in a high pitched baby voice] hey - this is a horse!" Then he gallops it around, back to the bag for the next item. He peaks in, sees what it is, then uses the baby horse "The little baby horse sees it, 'It's my mommy' " He nuzzles their noses together [I KNOW!!!] and says "I found mommy horse. What else is in there? [rummaging...] Oh! It's the daddy horse! [ gathering up the baby, the mommy and the daddy horses...] They huuuuuug the baby horse!"
I don't even know what to say about that.
Happy Birthday, little guy. We love you so much.
3 comments:
We're even in tears reading about it!
We Minnesotans love you too, Nolan! Wish we could have been there to add to the fun/mayhem!
Awww, a sweet story, for sure.
Nolan knows that family means love and hugs, from even as far away as Minnesota and Arizona, and right there in his own house. Great kid, great family! Good job, Mom and Dad.
love the horse story -- thank you for sharing it with us -- for three years Nolan has brought so much joy to everyone -- he is wonderful!!!
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