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:
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.