I guess Henry must have taken a nap last year on his birthday for me to have written all this and posted it on his birthday.
Will picked every one of these himself, stopping to ask, “Is this a good one?” after EACH ONE.
Today, I’m fielding requests of “Can I have another strawberry?” (Can a child actually suffer any physical ailments from eating THAT MANY strawberries?) and “Can I pee standing up, Will says I can?” (SAY NO if you get this question. I have no words for this, but picture a writhing runaway hose with the water on full blast.) and my more thoughtful birthday reflections will have to wait til this evening, after I figure out how to make a fire truck cake.
Well, HELLO, strawberry. How you doin’?
We’ve had a great day so far, though—we were there for opening bell on strawberry picking season this morning, and picked 18 pounds without even really trying. Then we headed to the farm for animals and ice cream (Cows and Cones, of course.) JUST IN CASE I have no thoughtful reflections later, I do have a few birthday photos. And a few extra strawberries, come on by if you’d like some!
Crista, this one’s for you!
You knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
Me either. Off to make strawberry smoothies!