The cookies (oatmeal with raisins and rainbow sprinkles) were baked and ready to take to school. The cake mix was bought, as was the icing sugar and red food colouring. We planned on getting the wrapping paper today and the gifts were ready to go. Alexander was excited, having received three birthday cards in the mail this week and an e-card last night.
The plan: a regular day with a little party at school, then home for pizza and orange pop (Alexander's choice for the meal) and chocolate cake and gifts.
The reality: Alexander has a stomach bug and spent last night throwing up. He's asleep right now and feels horrible. We still have to drop the cookies off at school or else 25 kids are without a snack today, but unless we have a miraculous recovery, Alexander has to stay home. I'm home too, and I have to reschedule the first research interview I planned for today (shit). I feel so badly about Xander being sick on his birthday (though am very thankful we didn't have a kiddie party planned or anything). He finally "got" the idea of birthdays and anticipation and all that--but we'll do it all tomorrow or Sunday when he's feeling better.
Since it's a mother's perogative to get all mushy/nostalgic on her kid's birthday (and since I haven't had a chance to touch my knitting), I'll post some pictures of my little guy a few days old, and at six months:
And yes, I did make him that sweater. Hard to believe he's four already. And I'm hardly in a rush to for him to grow up, learning what I have about teenagers from Stephanie (a laugh I really needed this week).