Noah could hardly wait for December 8th to arrive. He knew exactly how many days it was until his birthday for weeks in advance, and would also say things like, "When it's tomorrow, my birthday will be two days after that."
When the 8th finally did arrive all of us were ready to celebrate. It took some real organization to make sure we pulled off the birthday pancakes. Nate was on a web conference (at home thankfully) that started at 4:30 a.m. He'd have a thirty minute break at 7:15 when we would eat and celebrate. I had a baby to feed, pancakes to cook (batter made the night before, thank goodness!), um, maybe get myself ready, so that we could also get Noah off to Joy School at least close to on time. It felt a little crazy, but was so worth it.
I mean, look at that smile. He didn't know it felt like exhausted chaos, and that's what matters.
We wrapped up the morning celebration, sent Nate back to his computer, and hustled to get the boys ready for the day. Noah and I made some birthday treats the day before to take to Joy School and he was antsy to share them with his friends.
The afternoon was pretty calm. Having added a new member to the family since Luke's birthday, we opted to stay in for dinner, but made sure it was still easy for me and one of Noah's favorites. He was over the moon excited when Nate brought home orange chicken from Panda Express.
Once dinner was finished we waited for the family to arrive for cake, presents and celebrating. Noah sat in this chair and just stared at the door. At one point he asked, "Mom, what will we do if no one comes? Are they late yet?" It must have felt like seven o'clock would never come!
Everyone did indeed come and, oh boy was this kid all smiles.
Noah loved his cake,
LOVED being sung to,
but once that was over, he really wanted to get back to those cool presents.