High Five!

The Boy is five today. FIVE! I was going to write something special for him, but I'm simply exhausted from the day's birthay-partiness. He wanted to get a plain cake that he and his friends could decorate. It was a great party activity, but the sugar high is a bear to come down from. You'll feel tweaky just looking at it. Don't say I didn't warn you:



Anyway, since I'm in no condition to write much more than my name tonight, here's a little stroll down memory lane for your scrolling pleasure. Five years of life with The Boy . . .

Two weeks old and he's already got his father's "skeptical eyebrows face":




Baby's first trip to New York:



Baby's first trip to Paris:



Baby's first trip to the hospital:



"Baby" as Big Brother:



As Pacific Northwest kid:





As inventor:



Baby's first Spinal Tap reference:





Happy birthday, Tiger Boy!