My Big Boy

Somehow- I'm not quite sure how- Wes turned into a kid.  I turn around for, like, five minutes, and BAM! he's no longer that chubby baby but a real live big boy who likes Cars.  And Spider Man, Super Man and Bat Man (not that he has any idea who any of them really are, he just thinks they sound cool.)  Man, they grow fast.  (Well, those first six months after they are born feel like an eternity, but then it just ZOOMS!)

He was getting too tall for his tricycle (his knees hit the handlebars!) so we invested in a "big boy bike" in orange (his favorite color.)  He rode it EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.... for awhile and then hasn't ridden it since.  I'm not sure why.  I think it may have something to do with the fact that his best friend next door still rides a trike, so he wants to, too.  He'll get back on soon enough, I'm sure.

I can't believe he's so big.  He is so funny and so sweet.  He is EXUBERANT about life... most of the time.  He wears his heart on his sleeve, so one never has to wonder how he's feeling.  If he feels happy or loving, you know it and revel in the abundance thereof.  If he is feeling naughty or mean or grouchy... well, he is quite vocal about that as well.  In public even.  His mother hates that.  Just ask her.  In general, he is one awesome kid, and I feel down right privileged to be his mother.

 I made these awesome tie-dyed cupcakes for his party.  They turned out so colorful and fun and most importantly, yummy!