A Handful

I was looking for a birthday shirt for our fresh five-year-old a few months ago and saw some that said, "I'm a handful" with five outstretched fingers. While they did make me chuckle, I decided to go with the race car birthday boy shirt because while he is a handful now, he's not really a handful. Know what I mean? (Also, can we talk for a minute about how we are over a month past his birthday and I am just now getting to the re-cap? The struggle is real for the third child.)

I got to shirk my sub duties for a few minutes and go eat lunch with my birthday boy. Super enjoyable and entertaining.

These following pictures crack me up. I put all Nolan's birthday presents and new clothes in a big gift bag rather than wrapping them individually. (Again, third child woes!) I had carefully laid the clothes on top, so when he looked in the bag, it just looked like a simple pile of clothes. When he went over to peak in the bag, I threw Jon under the bus and said things like, "Oh no! Did Daddy forget to buy you any toys for your birthday? Did he only get you clothes?" To say that Nolan's face fell would be an understatement. (In hindsight, I realize I was playing with fire and am lucky I didn't have a sobbing five-year-old on my hands.) After he walked away from the gift bag I said, "well, why don't you pull out the clothes so we can at least see what is on them." Zoom in close on these next pictures when he realized there were toys hidden underneath. His expressions are priceless.

What's in there??

Oh, man. Just clothes?!?? 

What?? There's more stuff in here? 

Our family went to a go-kart track the weekend after to celebrate. I feel like it has been 20+ years since I drove a go-kart and I had so much fun. 

This track was for the youngest drivers and was painful to watch. The cars maxed out at around 1 mph. Ha!

                                   

Getting in a little cat nap. 

Nolan said this little roller coaster was his favorite ride.

Jon and I barrrrely squeezed in together. 

Dear Nolan, your life is a gift! We love to celebrate you and are grateful we get to be your second parents. Love you forever, Mom and Dad

PS You are only a handful sometimes. Like when I walk in the kitchen and see this. But then again, you are also smart. Just look at how you are containing your mess making/water play to the sink. Good job, son.