Our boy made his daddy proud.
He chose to have a "Butler" party.
Naturally, he didn't want the Butler "B" on the cake.
He wanted the Grizzly.
I stress myself out every year.
Over the birthday cake.
I may have mentioned that before.
I can't remember.
It's ridiculous really.
But I just want the birthday kid to be excited about their cake.
And I am not an artist.
But I don't want to pay the money for someone else to do the cake.
So I stress myself out.
And do it myself.
So here's my version of the Butler Grizzly.
He's showing 5.
4 fingers on one hand.
Plus one big foam finger on the other.
In the chair.
In front of the presents.
In Grandpa's pick-up.
So excited for my little man.
And the new experiences he will have as a 5 year old.
At the same time.
So sad to see my baby growing up.
Or I will wake up my hubby.
Who is snoring next to me on the couch.
With the sobbing that will take place.
If I dwell on all of this any longer.
Happy birthday, Jobie Bear.
Your momma loves you so very much.
9 hours ago