Just in case you are not into reading to relax yourself, now you can play ball to get things to flow. At least that was Braden's thought process, I think.
Actually this was one of Braden's birthday presents from his grandparents. He loves this toy and thought basketball should be played every second of the day. So he brought it in for me to have a turn. With the help of suggestion from grandma and grandpa, the basketball hoop is what he chose. They were daring enough to take Braden out for dinner and a birthday shopping trip to the toy store. He really enjoyed himself.
But seriously, who needs toys when you can have a box. The basketball hoop box was used as a sled, a bed, and even a slide. The slide function was a little defective but Braden didn't mind. He would lay on it and try to slide. When that didn't work he scooted himself to the bottom saying "weeeee". Sadly the box went out to recycling today because I was tired of looking at it. That is what happens to toys sometimes. They just disappear.
Braden wanted to help with his own cake. He did a good job dumping ingredients in and he didn't have to fight with his sisters for a turn. They were somewhere else at the time. Braden and I didn't even have to share the beaters. It is so much easier to cook with one than with 2 or 3. There were no hurt feelings and no one crying "that's not fair".
Here is the finished product. It combines his two favorites: "Basetball and Sooby Doo". The kid is fanatical about basketball. Earlier in the month before March Madness began Braden went to Brian with the remote and asked "Watch basetball on TV". He asked that over and over.
Braden was so excited to blow the candles out. He was huffing and puffing as I was lighting them. We had to tell him to wait. I was afraid he would hyperventilate he was blowing so hard. He was so patient as we sang, but when the song ended Kelsey beat him to it. She blew right as we said the last "you" and got one candle. Luckily there was still one but we had to tell her to stop otherwise she would have gone after it too. Oh and Braden got a big spit ball on the cake because he blows so hard. Not sure who got that piece.
Here is the birthday boy sporting some of his new duds. He was excited for the hat and glasses. If you can't tell he put them on himself. Grandpa helped with the tie.
We helped him out a bit with this shot. He received some other clothes that he was excited for too but they are harder to put on. His other gifts were monster trucks, a hot wheel, a Toy Story semi, Lightening McQueen, and guns that shoot foam discs. All have been hits. He has carried all the vehicles everywhere and dad is tired of reloading the discs. In fact, these birthday gifts have been the most successful. Usually there have been one or two gifts that the girls have asked for that see only a minute of play time. That bugs me so bad. It seems so wasteful to have purchased the gift. And I also know that the toy will eventually add to the mess when the tornado comes blowing through the play room. It may not be played with, but you can bet it will be dumped out any time those sirens go off.
Happy Birthday big boy! Your stats from your yearly check up were 27 lbs. and 35.5 inches tall. Oh and you ride in a "booster seat" wink, wink, nod, nod. It just looks a little different than your sisters'.
