Ian had a birthday on the 16th and is now 5 years old. We've been dreading this because of his booster shots. He's been talking and crying about them for six months. I took him in and though it won't be near as bad as he's expecting. My other kids didn't even make a peep. Well, I should've know better. This is Ian after all. He screamed!! I'm talking loud wailing high pitched screaming. It was really tramatic, FOR ME! I think he did permenant damage to my ear drums! Once it was all over he acted as if his legs were going to fall off or need to be amputated. Can anyone say, high drama? He complained for hours after. Seriously, I should have known better, last time he had a paper cut he carried on so much I literally thought it was bad enough to need stitches. (John was dealing with it and I hadn't seen it yet). So he had shots at one of my appointments so I though he would have fun at the kindergarten fair at the doctor's office and just have his check up. Little did I know they would have to prick his finger!! Let's just say it was another screaming fit. I am so glad that's all over and let us all pray that he never encounters any real trauma!
For his birthday we went to the Myan to celebrate with my family. I wasn't in the mood for a full blown birthday party. Of course we had to have an Indian Jones cake, and I was shocked to actually find one. It was pretty cool. So he had on all his Indy clothes and off we went. Court gave him a cowboy costume and the kid wanted to stop and the bathroom to change into it. We convinced him to wait until we made it home and can you guess the first thing he did. He did look cute though.
We also finally made it up sledding! Yeah. I bought some snow pants I thought would fit over my huge belly, but they didn't quite make it. So I wore them anyway, undone. It was not fun. They kept falling off and I was constantly pulling them up. I also forgot how yucky it is to climb in the snow. With my big fat prego butt I was really just not loving it. So I finally made it up to where we were sledding and decided to just stand there and take pictures. I thought Ian would have grown out of his sledding issues, but little did I know. Nothing ever runs smoothly in my family, why would I think it would change now? He used to cry the whole time we went sledding. This was a couple of years ago when he was about 2. I thought he'd be better. But all he did was complain about the snow in his coat. He went down on the sled once and complained about the snow in his face! Finally we just ignored him and he ended up just sitting in the snow and making snow angels. Although he did like the fact the snow was so deep it was almost up to his waist. Of course our actual baby did great. She loved being outside and John just pulled her along on the sled. She didn't really love going down the hill, but had fun in the snow anyway. And what a cute little snow bunny she made.