Eddie's favorite day

Since we're at that age when Eddie actually cares what happens on his birthday (ha!) he got to pick what we did every second of the day. His perfect day started with a ton of balloons outside his door so that he had to walk through a little maze to get out. It was early and he was confused, until I turned the hallway light on :) Next we all packed up and went to breakfast, where Eddie has stuffed french toast and declared he was going to "eat it 'till he puked". I am happy to say that did not happen :)

After breakfast we went home for Finney's nap, and Eddie played on his favorite slip-n-slide and had a hose fight with Daddy.

{one of my favorite eddie pictures yet}

{look in there...there's something stuck...the hose won't work....look closer. closer....closer.....}

The highlight of the day was going to Portillos for hot dogs (anyone surprised?) and onto his new favorite activity....MINI GOLF!

{he takes it SO seriously and when he actually calms himself down and takes a breath, its awesome to watch}

{oh, sweet boy}

{monkey see, monkey do}

{since frankie had his race day the day before, we thought eddie would like a go cart ride}

{we were wrong. i thought for sure he was going to puke up portillos around the 10th time around}

From there (phew!) we went to Nanna and Grandpa's house to play in the pool, since it was close to breaking 100 degrees that day. So while he played and played and Finn refused to nap, I realized that at the very last minute (as in, right as we were eating dinner) that I didn't have a cake for him. Yikes! Thankfully, this Momma loves pinterest and knew just what I could do at the last minute that still looked awesome.

{he loved it!}

{applause from the crowd}

{store bought cheesecake, mini kit kats and a bag of m&m's. boo-yah.}

I'm still kind of shocked at how much we managed to pack into a day. He came home so totally done and thankfully passed out cold before his head even hit the pillow. So much so that my camera flash didn't even come close to bothering him when we went in to take his yearly picture at the time of his birth. 

{every year this makes me cry. one little tear for the little boy I love so much}

Four years. It seems so old, doesn't it?