First, his aunt and uncles on my side were in town for Labor Day weekend, so we had a family party early. Including: The Motorcycle! That's right, David has his own set of motorized wheels. He likes to park it in the garage, next to our cars. If you ask him why he parks there, he will give you his new favorite phrase "Because I love it!"
Then, the following weekend we had his train party, with another aunt and Grandma.
It was at this party that he got his new favorite digger. As Grandma says: "It has German engineering!" David doesn't care what ethnicity it is, he loves that it has so many cool buttons that work. He even uses the backhoe to deliver broccoli to his mouth at the dinner table. And he has taken to letting the digger sleep in his room, on the bean bag.
On David's actual birthday (Sept 15), he got to open presents right away, including a new tote. He recognized his name! (He used to just know the letter D, but after a few days in his preschool class he was talking about the "V-I-D" part. He also was starting to play teacher at home. "No, Mom. You're David. I'm the teacher.")
After school, DT had taken Davy's crib away (crib? some called it a fire hazard, others, a toddler cell...) and replaced it with a big boy bed! And vehicle bedding!
This is a gratuitous underwear photo, since I had mentioned before how cute he is in his undies. It also lets me tell a story about David and underwear. During his first week of preschool, he was kicking the soccer ball around with me one evening, on the same field where Maria was having actual soccer instruction, and he started to tell me how "At school, I had no pull ups, Momma." "Oh, you mean you wore underwear today?" "Nope." "Did your teachers put you in diapers?" "No." [Laughing] "Did you have anything under your shorts?!" "NO!!" But I didn't think he was talking about RIGHT THEN. In fact, after we got home and he was eating dinner, he started to pee right onto the floor. Which is when I figured it all out. Too late.
Finally, the last birthday bash. It was the kid party. Ten children aged 2-5 went on a tour of Fire Station 14 together. Did you know they *actually* use a fire pole? The best part was sitting in "the rig."
Note the junior fire chief stickers, layered on the short-sleeved soccer shirt, layered over the construction pajamas:
Why so many parties?? Because we love him!
3 comments:
That does it. Someone with clout (David, for sure), contact Congress. Let's make it a law--everyone gets to celebrate his/her birthday for a fortnight!
Great pictures to accompany creative narratives.
i think he's finally got it--how to put a fire out!
Congress should also pass a law that every child should be loved like this! He looked really happy, and why shouldn't he?
Great post. Great pictures. The one of David's expression on his bed is priceless. Made me laugh out loud.
(It also makes us wish we could be right there with you to celebrate. Oh well, if we can't be there, at least we have the pictures and colorful commentary to make us feel like we are right there!)
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