Saturday, March 30, 2013

Spring Break 2013

"Hey Henry! Are you ready for a week of Spring Break fun?" 
 "Absolutely, Mom! I got dressed, just like you asked. I am ready to go!" 

Coming from the same child who occasionally hops into the shower with his underwear still on because he forgot to take them off, I wasn't totally surprised to see him "dressed" and ready to go with his pajama shirt still on. As he headed toward the car, oblivious to it all, I couldn't help but laugh.

32 weeks into this pregnancy, my days of total independence with the kids will soon be suspended. The week's agenda didn't spell out anything fancy, but I was determined that we'd have fun; dentist appointments and all.

The happiest development of the week was the beautiful warm weather. However, it didn't fully warm up until Wednesday. With a chill in the air on Monday we thought through our options carefully. It was decided that we'd explore our local mall for the first time ever. We've lived here almost two years and I'd never walked into the mall that's 10 minutes away from our house. 

We found the kids play area empty. I assumed they'd be bored within 10 minutes. I was happily proved wrong. Over an hour later, after Mom said it was time to eat, we left the play area.  It was a warm, easy, FREE activity (for Andrew's benefit, I thought it best to capitalize the word, 'free'). And the kids loved it.

*An Eliza Funny*

 We dined at the food court for lunch. Having settled near the restaurant, Chinese Gourmet, we were privy to the conversations the happy Asian server was having with her customers. From what I could observe, she was incredibly friendly. I could hear her explain to her current batch of customers how difficult it had been for her to learn English when she'd first come to America. Eliza and I could both detect her accent. After some prompting and encouragement from Mom, Eliza worked up the courage to go speak Chinese with her.

As Eliza begins the conversation, I notice the woman glance up at me. She looked sorry.

"Your daughter speaks Chinese?" She hollers. Nodding my head, I wait as she replies,

"Well I don't!" Thankfully, she was charmed by Eliza's bravery in initiating the conversation and kept asking her to say more in Chinese and commended her on her accent. By the time Eliza returned, I could tell that she was incredibly embarrassed.

"Why did you make me do that, Mom!?"

Returning to our Spring Break recap, Tuesday we went to the dentist again... YAY! FUN! SUPER AWESOME!

And while I'm pleased to report that Henry didn't break into song like last time, Lottie still managed to create an uncomfortable moment for her Mother.

Lately, when we're in public and a grown man makes eye contact with Lottie, she will point directly at him and LOUDLY inform me,

"Mom! That boy is looking at me!" It's like she wants me to do something about it. Last night at the store, we saw an older gentleman with a white beard and this time she points and shouts (with her pinky, because right now that's her pointer finger),

"Mom! Look, it's Santa Claus!"
Following the dentist, the girls put on dresses and danced together. It made my heart smile to see these sisters do that. I feel like Eliza's days are numbered before she grows out of dress ups entirely so I totally support this type of thing.

Wednesday, we drove to Salt Lake with some friends to spend the day at the Church History museum and City Creek mall. The weather was so lovely.

 
 The kids and I had a ball. That night, thanks to a group of young women who are earning money for girls camp, Andrew and I were able to go on a date with a fun couple from our ward. I was in the best mood that night. It made me realize how much I'd been in need of a social fix with my husband, sans kids.

Friday morning my Mom drove up to come play at the dinosaur park with us. The kids and I were so excited when she arrived. As much as we visit on the phone, it's that much better when she's sitting next to me in the car. Not to mention, having a helper to watch kids while you run in to use a bathroom is a real luxury these days. I'd like to think that we'll never take having Grandparent's nearby for granted after being away. Those feelings of saying 'goodbye' following a visit are still easily accessible. Anywho, thanks Mom for spending the morning with us!

It was our first visit of the year to the Dinosaur Park. Henry informed me when we came home that its one of his favorite places to be. Eliza had more of a 'been there, done that' attitude as she's been a lot with me and with her school. Lottie's reaction to our outings this week have been a lot of fun. She doesn't have a memory of being to these places before. Experiencing something 'for the first time' with your kids is a definite perk of the job.
 
I anticipated that Lottie would spend most of the morning on foot. That didn't stop me from bringing the stroller into the park with us. As I pushed the empty stroller around that morning, my excitement that there would soon be a special someone to occupy it swelled.
I love these kids of ours so much. It was a sweet taste of what's to come this summer. As I type this, I'm now realizing that when we're once again freed of school schedules and alarm clocks, our baby will be here. My due date, May 25, is the day after school ends. That's a weird thought!

We are in the final stretch: Easter, Kindergarten round-up for Henry (Ah! How did that happen!), a final getaway with our family of five, a birthday for Eliza and then baby! He'll be here soon!

Thursday, March 21, 2013

My Happy BirTday

The arrival of my 29th year was ushered in with:

hugs from those I love,
happy facebook wishes, 
text messages from friends I need to see more of, 
birthday cards, 
food that tastes really good, 
 and giant, "Happy BirTday" signs.

My thoughtful husband wanted to make sure that I'd be feeling both lucky and loved the morning of my birthday. With the kids help, he went to work on making me that festive sign. Our astute six year old would be the one to point out that the allusive letter "h" was missing. She reacted as if she'd missed a word on a spelling test (something that hasn't happened in her real life yet).

"Uh. You guys! It doesn't even say, 'birthday!'" Andrew and I are still giggling about it.

Accompanying the happy birthday song and chocolate cakes were candles that Henry blew out on our behalf. Even though he was the one assigned to huff and puff and blow all those candles out, I made sure to make a wish. I sincerely love that my happy birthday songs are shared with him.

 
 Make A Wish! 

When you're a Flegal, birthday cake candles don't always make the cut. We like to celebrate birthdays bonfire style. It makes the wish that much more powerful! Or maybe the real truth is, if you're a Flegal, you embrace any reason to build a bonfire, even if it means frightening the neighbors! That dead Christmas tree lit up (pun intended) SO fast. It was both alarming and exciting. Thankfully, the blaze went out without the assistance of a fire department.

Celebrating your birthday on a weekend is great when you're a Mom. You have the help and special attention of your spouse and get to spend time with both sides of your family. Bubba and Nanna Teresa made our Saturday so special when they invited us all (with the exception of Miss Lottie who is too young) to see the production of, "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" at Hale Center Theater.

The quality of Saturday's show was top notch. Eliza had a hard time sitting still, like always. Even with her wiggles, I could tell she was highly entertained. Henry quietly took it all in. In typical Henry fashion, he'd whisper his exclaims,

 "That is so awesome!" whenever that magical car began to fly and/or save the day.  They both waited in line to meet the cast at the end of the show. Henry bravely told them he recently turned five but was too shy to jump in for a picture. 
Cute Grandma and thoughtful Aunt Katie (and family!) joined us for lunch. It was delicious. Spending time visiting outside in the sunshine relaxed us all. Giving myself a present, I found a place to lay down for a nap of my own. Lottie was back with us by then and it would be rude if I didn't tell my Mom 'Thank You' again for watching her while we were at the play. Lucky Lottie got some great one on one time with her Nana Marie. Speaking of Nana, she had us over for dinner on Sunday. It was another birthday highlight.

Hold the phone. "What's that Andrew?"

Please friends, forgive me for neglecting to point out how 'awesome' Andrew's handlebar mustache looks! The arrival of Spring like weather motivated him to bid farewell to his beard. However, according to Andrew, having that beard disappear in stages is a lot more exciting than shaving it all off at once. It's kind of scary, but Andrew LOVED his handlebar mustache. It's his face. I try to 'support' his mood but will give my opinion when asked. However, regarding that mustache, I was not an enthusiastic supporter.

Henry, on the other hand, definitely was!! I made a joke on facebook (this is now Andrew's profile picture) that this is how we do a paternity test at our house. Look at those two! It's heartwarming to see their inner-redneck hearts shine! I wonder if you can get John Deere hats in a 0-3 month size. What do you think?

Both boys were pretty sad when Mom said they had to "shave" off their mustaches before Church on Sunday. Surprisingly, Andrew listened! I suspect the reason was that the request came from a birthday girl.

Sunday morning, I slept in, showered and ate green french toast (a triple win).
   
I look like a large white marshmallow, but three cheers for me because this may be the first sans make-up photo I've ever posted on my blog. I left my crew a bit early to go meet with the Bishop and my fellow Relief Society presidency sisters. When word spread it was my birthday, they asked the magic question.

"How old are you?"

"29." In unison they begin to laugh. I feel confused. Should this embarrass me? It appears that they're waiting for me to say something else. Not knowing what I'm missing, I stay quiet. A look of realization passes the Bishop's face.

"Oh!" he finally says. "You really are turning 29!"

It would seem this is the age that others perpetually repeat which is why they thought I was making a joke. I'll tell you what. Having other friends react similarly, as if I was trying to deceive them, actually did make me laugh. 

It's official. I'm 29. One more year and I say 'goodbye' to my twenties. As awkward, my specialty, as it would be to write myself a letter...I'll decline the temptation. I do, however, feel reflective (code for: stop reading now) and have a few thoughts to share as I think about my 20's so far. 

Soon after turning 20, I married my best friend; an experience that has been both beautiful, fun and challenging. Together we've welcomed three, soon to be four (!!!!), precious children to our family. The experience of learning to be a Mother while remembering to be a good wife at the same time is probably what will forever define my 20's for me. Finding that balance while spreading our wings and flying out of Utah for a serious slice of time is likewise important to note.

Many people are of the opinion that your 20's is a time to 'find yourself' and enjoy life. I absolutely admire those whose paths have taken them on world wide adventures and to those who have achieved academic and career related successes (I'm looking at you, Andrew). For this housewife, I can honestly say that for me the path of parenthood, that began at the age of 22, was absolutely the right thing. I am at peace with the life choices we've made up until now. More importantly, I feel a crazy measure of gratitude for it all.

And while my life lacks the personal time to really reflect and ponder the way I'd like, I think that being a Mom has facilitated the effort of 'finding myself' or whatever kids these days are calling it. I've learned that I can demand energy when I'm being pulled out of bed to attend to the needs of a child. Motherhood has helped me to find that extra grain of patience when I feel smothered by the rage of an upset child. It's taught me humility as I've learned to ask my kids to please forgive me when that grain of patience expired too soon. It's disciplining myself to stop what it is I'm doing so that I can really listen and communicate with one of my kids, even if that means that my plan to lose myself in that book has been foiled. It's teaching me that the standard of being a "good" Mom isn't set by the opinions of others or measured by the successful achievements born of pinterest. It's between me, the man I share this responsibility with and a loving Father in Heaven who most definitely will put me in my place when I'm not doing enough. I've learned that He will strengthen me when I remember to ask for His support and that His love for Eliza, Henry and Lottie exceeds my own.

I could be way off base with that theory. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I am. I think that journey of knowing who I really am comes from time spent on isolated beaches somewhere in the tropics. Let's make sure, honey, that we make time for that. :)   Chatting with a friend the other day, I joked that I'll worry about 'finding myself later...' after I've switched the laundry through, helped my kids with their homework and taken another piece of Lottie's potty reward treats for myself, etc.

In a matter of weeks, I'll be falling back into that physically exhausting, emotionally charged, out of this world love enveloping mist that accompanies the birth of a child. His safe arrival, God willing, will be a pinnacle point of my twenties. The admonition to, "savor this" is one my heart feels often - and surprisingly enough, I'm not automatically associating the word, 'savor' with food. :) 

The "look" of my twenties...
Baby bumps mingled with sweat pants...

and a couch full of kids... Lottie is here to thankfully remind parents everywhere that the appearance of total cooperation is false.
My twenties were traversed with a handsome, steady partner. 
And kids who love each other. Scenes like this are the reason we keep making babies. I hope they love each other always. But don't tell them I said that. We're supposed to keep those birthday wishes quiet, right?!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Dental and Vision appointments... Dear Ali, get a life!

*Disclaimer: This post is being written to serve as a reference point when I need to review 'medical' related details in the future. It's boring and serves no point other than that. 

Lately, life has been highlighting the differences between my children. And while the differences in personality and physical features are probably more interesting to discuss, it is those differences involving their health that have been increasingly apparent.

Early in February, I scheduled a follow up appointment for the older two kids to see their eye doctor. Comfortable taking three kids to the doctor on my own, I can't help but feel concern for my future self as I think of adding a fourth member to our public parades. Rather than retrieving three packages of fruit snacks for my purse, I'll simply be grabbing the entire box!

At the beginning of  2012, we noticed that Henry's eyes would sometimes cross when he was studying something at close range. It wasn't a huge surprise since my eyes did the same thing when I was his age.  Eventually, I would need two eye operations to correct the problem. Fortunately, his long distance sight is as good as can be expected but seeing close up sans glasses is difficult. This, again, was a problem that mimicked mine. At each of our appointments, I anticipate the doctor will announce that it's time to think about that corrective surgery. To my surprise, it hasn't happened. The doctor reassured me that with glasses, his vision is 20/20 and with time he thinks there is a chance that his eye that turns in will strengthen permanently. I hope time will prove his optimism right and my skepticism wrong. Another interesting tidbit that the doctor shared, and maybe I don't understand this fully, is that its the actual shape of our eye that makes/made us prone to crossing. With Lottie having an eye shape similar to Henry and mine, I won't be surprised if she follows suit. 

Eliza, on the other hand, has quite the opposite problem. Her distance vision is awful. I can't tell you the shock I felt as I watched her fail on a scale of epic proportions her vision test at her six year old well child check up. My child who could identify letters of the alphabet prior to turning two had no idea what she was looking at when asked to identify various letters at a distance. She was weeks from finishing kindergarten and I was just now understanding how poor her sight was? Considering all she'd learned, kindergarten had been a smashing success. Right? I still wondered. All those times sitting on the rug, had she been able to see anything up on the board? Sign me up for Mom of the Year!

Her glasses, I was told at first, would need to be worn on an 'as needed basis.' She wore them at school full time, beginning last October, but we were lax on whether or not she had them on at home. My concern spiked again when I realized that even with her glasses on, she couldn't clearly read the numbers on the microwave clock unless she was standing right under it. Had the doctor made an error on her prescription? At our appointment in February, I brought up my concern that her glasses hadn't perfected her vision as Henry's had. After promising Eliza this appointment wouldn't involve eye drops that sting, I was made to be a liar as he went ahead and tested her again, drops of pain and all, to verify the prescription we were working with was the correct one.

She is, in fact, wearing the correct prescription. However, she needs to wear them full time to allow the right eye to strengthen. I am pleased to say that now she can read the microwave clock with her glasses on from a far distance. It's the little things that make a Mom happy, yes? That's progress. :) What amazes me though is how well she's done in school despite her problems.Her close up range/lens is stellar, he explained. Comparing her vision to a video camera, he explained that it isn't the lens that's the problem. It's the chord that connects the video camera to the t.v. that is faulty (in her right eye). If having her glasses on full time doesn't solve the problem, she'll need to patch the stronger eye so the weaker one will strengthen.

Moving onto dental hygiene... How thrilling is today's subject matter?!? Can you stand it?!

My kids have seen dentists on a regular basis since they were little, little. Since arriving in Utah, my choice of dentist hasn't been what I'd hoped because our insurance plan isn't accepted by most offices. Wanting my kids to have the 'Disneyland experience' with a pediatric dentist simply isn't in the cards until I begin choosing the plan each November when it comes time to 'renew/change' options through Andrew's company. I can't complain though because our coverage is great when we stay in our network.

Anyway... each visit, we learn that Eliza has a cavity (or four) while Henry has never had one. Their hygiene habits are the same. Obviously, I need to be more faithful at flossing their teeth, but the contrast in their continued results leaves me stymied. Eliza left with a sheet full of dental procedures needing to be done... including a full on extraction of an infected baby tooth which takes place on Friday while Henry's dental report for kindergarten registration was easily signed off on.

Looking at their smiles, Eliza has a pretty white one. As a contrast, my child who has a mouth free of cavities has two top teeth that are dead and graying. What the?!? While living in South Carolina, probably near the age Lottie is now, Henry fell while standing in the bath tub. His top two teeth smacked the side of the tub on his way down. They were both loose. I was surprised they didn't fall out right then. The wiggling stopped in a matter of days, but the damage was done. That accident, we suspect, began the slow process of killing those two teeth. Soon after, one of his teeth that had been hit, turned an unfortunate shade of yellow. In recent months, that yellow shifted to gray and it has since been confirmed that both teeth have died. They aren't causing problems so they remain, dead as they are, in place until they fall out in a year or so.

Anyway, with kindergarten registration and the arrival of a new baby around the corner, catching up on appointments is on my mind. I have a list of things (swimming lessons, cleaning out closets, sky diving... ) I hope to accomplish before we begin that adjustment phase to our family's next normal. Top on everyone's list is to spend time outside and enjoy Spring like weather.



Before shifting topics with a new post, it would be a shame to move on without acknowledging that each appointment type outing is always colored in its own special way. Two incidents stand out. After hours of the children calmly going through the motions at an eye doctor appointment, the last ten minutes involve a hysterical two year old who is protesting the fact that she was only allowed to take home one prize from the treasure chest. That scream of fury, in public, is always a great pleasure.

The second story involves Henry. This past Wednesday, as we waited for Eliza to be through with her teeth cleaning, Henry and Lottie sat around the corner from where I was in a small area that was designated for kids. As he colored, he began to sing aloud. Not only could I hear him, but the rest of the patients in the waiting room and the receptionists who sat nearby could too. The five seconds it took for me to decipher his lyrics were five seconds too long. He unapologetically sang,

"Penis. Oh Penis. My Dad says the word Penis. Penis. Penis. Oh my Dad says the word..." and this continued until I was able to round the corner and shush him. The damage had been done. Because I was avoiding looking at the other adults, I don't know how much they appreciated his song.We have another dentist appointment tomorrow if anyone is looking for a way to liven up their afternoon.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Happy birthday! You get a roommate!

Dear Henry,

Less than five minutes after your birthday party ended, Daddy went to work assembling your new-to-you bunk bed! This bunk bed once belonged to your Uncle Mike and Uncle Matt. In fact, they left you a token to remember them by in the form of a 17 year old, give or take a year, piece of chewed gum that had once been 'saved for later' or lazily stashed on a side rail. In its nearly petrified state, that gum may be up for grabs...let me just check with them first. ;)

With your Mom needing to soothe the planner within, I knew we were fast approaching the time when Miss Lottie would be making the switch from her crib to a 'big girl' bed. Not only did we need to free up her former place of refuge, but we also needed to, how do I put this delicately, boot her from her bedroom entirely.

*GIANT SOB*

Seriously though, I've been shedding crazy lady tears in the days leading up to this change because it's an obvious milestone. As if you needed reminding, this Mom prefers the under the radar, quiet life changes over the LOUD! IN YOUR FACE! kind.

The timing was similar to when you graduated from the crib. In reviewing that memory, I was relieved to see that I was a crazy lady back then too.

The trouble wasn't the timing. It was knowing which sibling to put her with. For months, the plan was to put her with Eliza. I would sit in Eliza's room and visualize the space with a toddler bed and then change it up in my brain and imagine a bunk bed. Turns out, we learned this weekend, that Eliza is terrified of being on the top of a bunk bed. She has a panic attack when its time to climb down the ladder. Let's just say, I'm glad we dodged that bullet! And though Eliza seemed alright with the prospect of a roommate, weekly spats over the need to protect her bedroom belongings irked my inner resolve that they'd be the ones to share. Also, with a generous cousin handing down massive loads of clothing to her, her full to the brim closet let me know that it was not open to the idea of another female occupant.

My mind, sweet Henry, kept thinking of you and the tender friendship you share with Lottie. When approached with the possibility, you gave an enthusiastic thumbs up.You championed the idea, especially when you learned a bunk bed would be involved. Having a fraction of the clothes that your sisters do, closet space wouldn't be an issue either. I hate to say it but your laid back, go with the flow, personality that I love so much ...did you in.
 
After the first two nights with Lottie as a roommate, I owe you my thanks! As Lottie adjusts, you've showed patience when I expected frustration. You cater to her requests to find Mommy, sing her songs as you lay in the dark and reassure her that there are no monsters. You chivalrously explained to your friends that you'd be sleeping on the top bunk so that Lottie wouldn't fall off. When Lottie debated last night between returning to her crib and her new big girl bed, in a voice so tender you asked her to please stay with you. What a blessing you are to her and our family, Henry. She's well into her third nap in her new big girl bed and appears to have zero memory of falling out of her bed last night so I'd say the transition has proven to be a success thus far.

Sometimes I feel like you've given me the opportunity to 'raise' your Daddy. You two are so much alike in demeanor. You share both facial feature and interests. Something I admire about you both is your ability to stop and smell the roses. You live in the moment. At times, this trait frustrates me as you are easily distracted.

There is a character, a dog to be precise, from the movie Up. His names is Dug. Dug is cheery and upbeat... a real joy to be around. He wants to be a helper but sometimes, just before doing something important...

SQUIRREL!!!!

A squirrel, a fun distraction, pops up and your focus shifts entirely to that new special something. Meanwhile, Mom or Dad are repeating for the 20th time to please brush your teeth.

"Sure, Mom!" you chirp... until, "Oh hey man... Look at my cool dinosaur. Hey did you know that dinosaur's who eat meat are carnivores?"

You get the idea. You're observant, a fixer and a great little student. You are brave and have an adventurous spirit. Not one to throw a violent tantrum or hurt another, your frustrating moments usually are more of a 'meltdown' of whines and tears and less of an explosion of anger. As you've grown, these instances have lessened... another sign that you're so big. 

 A few days ago, you approach me on the couch. Because yes, that's where I usually am these days. :)

"Hey Mom!" you whisper. "Do you want to see something so cool?" I can't help but smile. You don't wait for an answer.

"Yesterday, I found in Eliza's old fish tank stuff a dead fish!" I am surprised, grossed out and despite wanting to end this conversation immediately, knew it was my motherly duty to hear you out. You continue.

"The fish was all dried up and I took it to my room," here's where it gets even more unpleasant. "and I crumbled it in my fingers until I could find the bones! I found the skeleton Mom! And it was SO teeny tiny! Do you want to come see it?"

I did not have the heart to tell you what I was really thinking or how disturbed this story had made me feel! I could only laugh. Your face looked so cute as you talked about that darling skeleton. Lottie was napping so our date to visit the dead fish, I didn't even want to know where it was, had to be postponed. That night I put your Dad on the job of disposing of it; which he didn't. Daddy thought it was cool and had no problem with you keeping it on your nightstand. Ugh. Like I said, two peas in a pod.

Returning to you, Henry:

You are a good friend and an even better brother. I look forward to the friendship you will develop with your new brother. You talk about and pray for him more than anyone else in the family. 

I think you're so handsome. Your big blue (that sometimes cross) eyes still stun me. Your laugh, combined with your sisters, is the best sound in the world.
  
You are a happy boy and I feel very thankful that Heavenly Father sent you to our family. I hope we provide you with the childhood you need to have a happy, healthy and successful life. You are the best and I feel that's what you deserve.

You have my heart. No seriously, you do.

I love you!

Mom

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Henry's Monster Bash!

With his 5th birthday quickly approaching, Henry woke up Saturday morning ready to party with his friends, MONSTER-STYLE!!
  
After peering around the room just before 10:00, 
this Mom-ster felt satisfied that we were set to go.
When Henry's friends arrived, they got busy decorating their own goodie bags.
The finished product.
And, if I may say so, 
the best photo bomb of the day.

The Monster Toss

Our hungry monster was eager to be fed. 
His diet consists of 'dirty' socks and pinata candy. 
Hoping he'd spare the candy,
The kids did a great job filling his belly full of socks!
Andrew, who had created the Monster Toss in its entirety,
was pleased that the kids were content playing the game for a long while.
Next up, we took pictures. 
Because, well... the Mom-ster wanted to!
While Andrew prepped the pinata,
Henry opened his gifts.
 
 He was thrilled! :) 

With a house full of boys who are both aggressive and loud, 
we thought smashing a pinata 
(which would later prove to be industrial strength)
would be appropriate!
 
Lottie took two gentle swipes before retiring.
"I'm all done." 
But it shall be noted that she got a pair of socks
in the mouth of the monster on her first throw. 

 *Side note:
Eliza was absent. 
She was busy having fun
at a friend's 'spa' and breakfast birthday party. :)

Presenting my pinterest fail.
 
The cake!
Kind of scary, yes?
(but not really in the way Pinterest intended!)
At least it tasted delicious.
And how about that cute Monster frame?
 
 It's fair to say that Andrew is no longer the only
'hot glue gun happy' one at our house. 

Who would have thought that a 
hot glue gun was the key to softening my 
"I can't craft. I won't craft" heart?

It came in handy when I decorated the party favors too!

 Happy birthday to you!!
The sentimental schmoozy, "I LOVE HENRY" yuck-fest
hasn't been written yet.
But, oh. It's coming!

It was a great beginning to his 
FIVE (*gulp!) year old
birthday festivities.

And to my main Monster squeeze,
Thanks for all your help.