It Can't Be

5. Holy moly I have a 5 year old.

On April 24th Brady, my precious baby boy turned 5 years old. Sniff sniff. To say he was excited about turning 5 is an understatement. This kid was beyond thrilled! We've been counting down for at least 365 days, haha!

Sadly, Brian had to work all day on Brady's actual birthday so celebrated the Thursday before. We met Brian after work and went to Red Robin for dinner. Along with 20 other people celebrating their birthdays as well. I guess that's the place to go?

After that it was home for some cake and presents. He looks way too old here, make it stop!!

Presents!

It's tough being the little sister and having it not be your birthday. Luckily she only has to wait 3 weeks until it's her turn.

His cake was pretty neat!

Putting this sweet boy to bed for the last time as a 4 year old. Cue all of the tears.

I was going to go all out with crepe paper and balloons on his door but he gets up sometimes to go potty in the middle of the night and I didn't want to freak him out. So just a little crepe paper was sufficient.

Pancakes for breakfast with a candle in them of course.

Brady's 1 request for his birthday was going to this indoor playground place called Monkey Bizness. It's a shame they didn't have any fun at all.

After Monkey Bizness we headed to Chick Fil A for some lunch with friends. They had a blast but sadly I didn't think to take any pictures!  After that it was home for naps and both kids crashed hard. Brady hasn't napped in forever but the excitement of being 5 got to him I guess. The sweetest moment happened too...he woke up from his nap and he'd had a bad dream so I picked him up and rocked him and he fell asleep while I was holding onto him. I cried (shocking, I know). He may be big (and really hard to rock these days) but he's still my baby and always will be.

After naps I told Brady he could choose anything he wanted for dinner. He chose to dress up (his choice: button down shirt with several buttons unbuttoned and black windpants. Watch out ladies, haha!) and wanted to eat pizza at Old Chicago.

The entire restaurant sang to him. He was a mixture of elated and embarrassed. Layla was over it.

Later that night we skyped and talked with family, opened more gifts, and played with said gifts. It was a pretty great birthday for him.

Brian was working a flying competition all weekend long so we snuck up there on Saturday to watch some of the competition and to see him.

Later in the day we got to go to the awards banquet. It was fun getting to see Brian talk and hand out awards. I sure love that man.

Love my boys!

And for the fun of reminiscing...

Brady at birth 

Brady at 1

Brady at age 2 (yep this is how most of that year was!)

Brady at age 3

Brady at age 4

aaand Brady at age 5. Time can stand still now, thanks!