My first cookie just turned four, and we celebrated with many of his favorite things: friends, hayrides, cake and make-your-own "Sunday ice creams". It was one of those days where he ate sugar from sun-up til sun-down and, though I knew we'd pay for it dearly later, I felt like he deserved the chance to do it (I believe the closest thing he had to fruit that day was a strawberry Skittle). He clearly had a blast, at least until it dawned on him that, even on your birthday, you eventually still have to go to bed.
It's always a challenge for me to try to document these types of events for my kids; I'm constantly torn between capturing the moment or being in it. So if it seems like this set has a few holes in the story, well, you may be right, but I'm OK with it. Thanks to my husband's insistence, I've realized that I don't just want the kids to look back and say "Mommy took really nice pictures of my birthday", but also "I remember that Mommy made me a race car cake, and she got muddy with me in the pumpkin patch, and then she held me like a very loving crazy person because she was paranoid I'd catch on fire when I went to blow out my candles." (To be clear, it's not that I actually *want* them to liken me to a crazy person - I'm just being realistic.)
Happy fourth birthday, my sweet boy; I can't wait to see what amazing things this next year holds for you!! xo