Yesterday my oldest son, Zeke, turned five. It seems like just yesterday he was an itty-bitty baby.
|The car ride home from the hospital|
And now he is this big, happy, smart, handsome boy full of love and smiles.
I better not blink because he will be be all grown up.
We had his party on Sunday at the new house with family. Given the lack of time to do a time-consuming cake, I asked Zeke (an expert baker, I might add), if he'd like to help with his cake this year. This is what we created.
|White cake with rainbow sprinkles for the Autobot side and Devil's Food cake for the Decepticons|
I loved the look on his face as he opened his gifts. Such joy and excitement.
It's always a great time when cousins come to visit.
|Getting all gangsta in here . . . while Finn stuffs his face.|
I wanted to run five miles for his first five years of life, but what do you know, we had our first major snow of the year. (Note: it has snowed on Zeke's birthday 5 out of the last 6 years, including the day of his birth when we had a huge Nor'easter come through in 2007.) I got dressed in my running clothes, determined to venture out in the new city. I didn't even get 100 meters down the road before slipping and sliding in the mess of snow. About half a mile done and I decided there was no way I was going to make it up and down the hills on my route and at that very instant, I went down. Not hard and I caught myself and luckily there was no one around to see my acrobatic trick. But I looped back around, calculated my distance - a measly .92 miles. Ugh...and I was breathing like I was running a 7:30 pace when it actuality it came to a 9:30-something. That was tough. I did another 4.08 when we got back to the old house (we still are sleeping there), to make 5 miles for 5 years. Again...it was tough. One, it was seven at night and I had recently eaten Pad Thai and one or two beers. Oh, and the fact that it's been over two weeks since I ran and over three since I did a long run. I just had to remind myself that it wasn't as tough as the workout I did when Zeke was born (almost 22 hours of labor with zero drugs).
My brother-in-law also got married on Saturday and I got to dress the boys up in matching outfits that they picked out. Other than Zeke's weird face, there might not be a cuter picture.
We also set up the tree and Zeke was very excited to hang up the stockings on the (non-working) fireplace.
Life is good.