They have almost reached their finger counting limits and would have today if they had been born octopuses. Good thing they have 2 more fingers and 10 more toes to go. I ran out of digits a long time ago and have had to start using other peoples to compensate for going beyond the age of 20. That’s one extra reason to have kids, “son, bring me your feet, I’m turning 60 today!”
Instead of making two cakes again, I decided to just designate sides of the cake to each boy. In the past I have been the one left home alone with the chocolate craving and a very satisfying stash. No more, one cake, and everybody better get their fill.
Reed and Douglas got a bug maker from their friends Park and Case and here we see the makings of entomologists, a gooey back-up should paleontology seem too dry and dusty a subject. It’s kind of a cool contraption where you squeeze out the goo into the molds, slide it into the horror-film version of the “easy-bake oven” and wait while they cook and solidify into wiggly creatures.
Yesterday, we had a little party at Macdonald’s with all the girl cousins and 2 male friends to help even out the high pitched squeals of the girls. The other favorite gifts they got were lock boxes from their aunt Erin. They were so excited and no longer have a way of blaming their missing treasures on Isaac.
Yet, again, I can’t believe they’re getting so old and growing up. They still keep our life filled with laughter and joy. The things they say and their perspectives on everything constantly surprise. Happy Birthday Dougie-bear and Reedo-burrito! Yes, some day they’ll be embarrassed over their nick names but we’ll keep using them just the same :) (when they were babies, Douglas used to growl in his sleep, thus the bear, and Reed had to be wrapped up like a burrito in his blanket or else he’d constantly startle/wake himself up).