Anyway, his birthday was wonderful. He wanted to go out to eat, and he picked McDonald's. Yummy! After eating the boys went and played in the little toy area, which they loved. And the toy in their happy meals was an R2-D2, and each came with a temporary tattoo. An R2-D2 Ta-Too, if you will. (I was trying to get them to show off their tattoos. It kind of worked.)
I had decided that, starting at age 5, my kids could have a friend party, and do one every other year. I asked Brock who he wanted to invite to his friend party, and he said, "Dylan, and Sadie (two of his cousins), and Grandma and Grampa, and Jakob and Troy and Ivy, and Mom and Dad." So...a family party. I don't know if I should be flattered that he considers his family members to be his friends, or sad because he doesn't really have many kids that he plays with outside of his brothers. For now, I'm choosing to be flattered. (And hey, less work for me, so a win-win.)
He got some clothes, and went, "Aw, man!" when he opened them. But his other presents made up for the disappointment of clothes: a Wall-E, a huge kangaroo (that Ivy has been trying to steal ever since), a "Credi-huck" (translation: Incredible Hulk), Rex from the Toy Story movies, an Iron Man potato head ("Tony Starch"-get it?), a paper airplane that Jakob made for him (seriously, how sweet is that?), and the movie "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs".
My Brocky-foo-foo is the cutest kid. He's a total night owl. He loves to squirrel toys away-into his bed, a backpack, whatever container he can find. He's very obedient. He's really good at hiding. He's getting really good at coloring in the lines. He sticks up for his brothers-if he thinks that his dad is wrestling with someone too hard or too much, he tries to get him to stop. He's an observer, and very content. But when you get him alone, watch out, because he'll chat your ear off.
*sigh* Love my Brock Ba-gock.