My Meatball

Eamon was given the nickname "Meatball" from his Uncle when he was a chubby round baby boy.  That meatball grew up and became a skinny little kid who turned the big 0-6 yesterday!

Let's get this party started!!!!

Birthday Dinner Request: Meatloaf

A watch from Gammy and Grandpa. 

Grandpa had to make new holes in the wristband because my little boy's wrists are so teeny.

Me: Eamon, do you feel older now?

Eamon: A little bit.  I know I'm definitely bigger though.  Andrew said so.

Me: Eamon, what do you want to be when you grow up, now that you're six?

Eamon: Maybe a teacher that teaches about God, or a priest, or an artist, or a fireman because I like to help people.

Here comes the cake...

He sees the exact cake he requested, and pure joy ensues:

Chocolate cake with coffee cinnamon frosting:

Licking the frosting off of Stump Smash:

How old are you now, Eamon?

(Apparently the baby is ten)

Opening the family gifts:

He opened this and said, "Whoa a dollar??!!"

Then realized it was more, and couldn't contain his excitement!!! 

We don't normally give a cash gift, but he really wants one of these and they aren't available to buy until October.

Other favorite gift of the evening? 

The inexpensive pack of Pokemon cards I picked up on a Target trip. 

And just one more time for kicks:

After all the celebrating and before he went up to bed he said "You are the bestest bestest bestest Mommy in the whole world, and I love you so much, and this was my bestest birthday ever!"

Eamon, I hope you always stay so sweet and easy to please. 

 I love you, Meatball.