Yesterday marked the fourth anniversary of our little man's birth. A very happy anniversary indeed. Elliott, you a wonder to me - full of cuddles, laughter, energy, attitude and curiosity. I could truly stare at you all day - big beautiful brown eyes, long lashes, blonde locks and a killer smile.
We had a little family birthday yesterday that started with gifts before breakfast. It was then off to morning camp where Elliott marched in and proudly announced to the counsellors that he was the birthday boy. The plan was to go for haircuts on the way home but our birthday boy needed to get straight home to open another gift before lunch. His first batch of big boy lego from Grandma Sherri and Grandpa George. Bliss! Both Kate and Elliott dove in and played hard - best thing, they did not want me to actually build what the kits called for.
Last night we had special visitors Grampie Paul and Grammie Janice joined us for dinner, cake and the final gifts of the day. What a delight a four year old is. He was so appreciative of all his special recognition and gifts. My favourite quote of the day was when he asked me in the morning "Mommy, am I four years old right now?" I responded yes. "Yeah I'm four. No more three year olds!" Yup, it's official we're out of the terrible twos and troublesome threes. Right?
So the birthday party plan was to head to the island today for a weekend of camping. Mother Nature has other plans for us. It is pouring, and it is forecasted to continue! So it looks like we're going to have to revise and hopefully have a little party here tomorrow and possibly set up some tents in the yard if the weather clears up a bit. Fingers crossed.
Ready for the birthday boy to wake.
Happy, happy, happy.
A huge chocolate coin from Grampie and Grammie ( just like Carter's). Amazing!
Some final snuggles and a show with Grampie.
Grammie Janice (not as into the Dino show as Grampie).
Love you. Love you. Love you Elliott. We look forward to another year of great things with you!
Mama, Papa and Kate
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