Call Him G ... Call Him G-Man ... Call him Grady

Just don't call him late for his birthday cupcakes!

It's hard to believe that this little turkey is four today.   My sweet little turd boy is growing up.   It seems like it was just a short time ago that I posted about the day he was born .  His first birthday.  His second birthday.  And of course, his third

I opted not to have a big birthday party, but rather had a few of the neighborhood kids over for pizza and cupcakes.  In theory, it was a great idea.  In reality, it didn't quite go as planned.  Third child syndrome reared its ugly head as I attempted to squeeze in dinner and dessert between the girls school work, picking Grady up from school mere minutes before everyone came over, and schlepping carpool to Riley's dance class.  In the short hour everyone was here, Grady had a few meltdowns, I had a several fires that needed to be addressed, and my head just wasn't focused on Grady's needs.

The friends over were aware of the situation, and after a quick nibble, made a swift exit so I could take care of business.  Grady on the other hand, couldn't have cared less.  He had played with his food, snarfed down his cupcake, and went about his business.

Luckily for me, I have 364 other days to celebrate his big day.

Happy birthday Grady. 


OHmommy said...

So Stinking. Handsome. Happy bday to your little man.

Jill Ann said...

Those pictures are wonderful! Happy birthday!!

Kat said...

Oh my. He is so stinking cute!!! And FOUR? How did that happen so quickly?
Happy Birthday to your handsome lil man!

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