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I know this sounds pretty cliche, but it’s hard to believe that my son is now four years old. As we approached his birthday, which marked the anniversary of when I found out I was pregnant with his little brother last year, incidentally, I figured we were pros. But the sleep deprivation made me forget things like dates and stuff I’d just said or done, because my brain is an upended turtle these days. I had to text people like three times after they confirmed attendance because I just couldn’t remember anything.

We planned another party at the children’s museum, his favorite place to go these days. We did a train theme, and sent out invites to our kids with friends and invited some folks from school. We had better turnout than in previous years, and even had one of my husband’s cousins and their kids come down who we haven’t seen in a while. It was great.

I didn’t get overly obsessed with details, but put together a lovely gift bag of themed toys and made some chocolate lollipops (train shaped, obviously). I cut out some train shapes out of scrapbook paper and superglued them to the gift bags and that was the extent of my DIY. For decor, I brought one of those pop up Thomas the Tank Engine play tent dealies and honestly, it was the most fun I’ve seen a bunch of kids have.

It was lovely to sit and talk to the other parents as well. We had cake and fun gifts from his friends, and my son actually remembers which of his friends got him which toys, which was really nice. He ate as much sugar and pizza as he wanted, because it was his birthday, much to the chagrin of his little bestie (who’s not allowed to have sugar, apparently). He went on and on how my son wasn’t doing it right, and how he was eating too much sugar. It was kinda funny but also very eye-roll worthy because you could tell how jealous that kid was.

A week later, we’d drive up to see my husband’s family for a smaller get together for his birthday there too. (How awesome is this kid’s life, two parties?! What?!) Let me tell you, my goodness, did they get him the coolest stuff! A slide, a Thomas tricycle, all kinds of goodies from his wish list as well. Everyone got face time with the new baby (as I was still recovering from surgery), and I got to rest a bit. I think we’re starting to get the hang of this parenting thing. 🙂