now he's six.

happy, happy birthday to my not-so-little guy!  (where did the time go?  i want it back.)

when you reach the ripe old age of six, you learn a thing or two about life.

like when the wind blows your balloons all over the place while your mom is trying to take a birthday picture of you...

you learn to just roll with it and admire the pretty shadows the blowing-in-the-wind balloons make on the ground.

and by the age of six, you've learned that birthdays are pretty awesome with lots of fun things in store...

but you also learn that sometimes you have to wait for the good stuff to happen.  and until then, you're still required to have "quiet alone time" in your room (even if you haven't needed a nap in ages).  but at least on your birthday, you get to have your birthday balloons to keep you company in your room.

so at least there's that.

more birthday fun to come...