Mathew turned 5 years old on the fifth day of the fifth month.
That was this past Saturday, on Cinco de Mayo, in case you weren’t followin’ me.
This birthday shall forevermore be dubbed “The Big Five”.
We started the day off bright and early, opening presents. Mommy and Daddy bought him boring educational toys (except for the bike…which is a pretty rockin’ bike, I might add)…
…while his grandparents got him super-fun toys that haven’t left his side since he opened them.
Then we all piled into the car for the 10am showing of The Avengers. (sorry for the blur…not much light in a movie theater!)
It was the ultimate comic book super-hero movie. The boys can’t remember their AWANA verses, but somehow they can quote this movie that they have seen only once.
Clearly it made an impression.
Then on to lunch for some Cinco de Mayo festivities.
And free chips and salsa.
And all the free drink refills we could handle.
Are you sensing an el cheap-o pattern here?
Don’t worry…we did actually order food. We’re not that cheap.
Then we headed home so that Mathew could take his new wheels for a spin. He asked for a “snake bike” (whatever that is)…this reptilian-looking thing was the closest I could find. It’s pretty scary.
(dontcha just love the cape?)
The man is serious about his stunts. Just look at that crazy foot action.
We are expecting a BMX stunt-man contract to come in the mail any day now.
After a few medieval tricks on the ol’ (I mean, new) bike, we went to our friend’s house for a “Goodbye to Everyone Who is Moving/Cinco de Mayo/Kentucky Derby/Mathew’s Birthday” extravaganzaaah.
It was a perfect day to celebrate our funny, loving, wiry, busy-ever-wiggling boy.
We love you, Mathew, and are SO thankful to call you our son.
(Rylee, you are an excellent candle-blower-outer coach.)
Clearly somebody thought the cake was extra good, and ate it with vengeance.
Seriously, Big Joe…do you ever put a shirt on?