Kids' birthdays in our house seem to turn into week long celebrations. We use their birthday as an excuse for anything. "Let's go out to lunch for Colby's birthday" "Let's go to a movie for Colby's birthday", etc. When Luke was the only grandchild it was the worst - that sweet angel got spoiled rotten.
We had Colby's birthday weekend last weekend because we thought Corey and Luke would be gone this weekend which ended up not happening. So Corey and I went out to lunch today and Colby tagged along while Luke stayed at home napping (thanks to a very late night the night before). We head to Los
Hermanos to get their lunch special. When we get there Colby perks right up and reminds us that tomorrow is in fact his birthday and at Los
Hermanos they will sing to you AND bring you fried ice cream. I had for the most part completely forgotten that tomorrow was his actual birthday. So true to form the staff at Los H. came
hoot'n and
holler'n and singing Happy Birthday to Colby. He loved every minute of it and hated every minute of it. He devoured the ice cream and kept telling Corey that he (Corey) had had enough and the rest should be his (Colby's) own. The boy likes his ice cream.
Corey's favorite thing to do is to walk around with a "chip on his shoulder".

There will be yet another celebration tomorrow with
DeeDee and the gang. I told Colby that
DeeDee was bringing him a pink and purple princess cake and he freaked. He had to call
DeeDee to make sure that she knew he most
definitely did not want a pink/purple princess cake. He would in fact prefer a bug cake or a transformer cake or a bug that transforms cake.