Seven, Six, Eight. No, I'm not counting weird, those are the numbers of Alan's big day. It's a real trick to remember their order and we always have to stop and think it through. It's also a trick deciding when to celebrate so close to America's own birthday. It usually turns into a drawn out celebration and that's exactly what happened this year. Two parties, one for family, one for friends. He wanted to celebrate at the beach, but a shark cake and a water fight were as close as we could get in Utah.
His first fall on his new bike. He jumped right back up. It's a shame we had to leave it in Utah.
Happy "bite-day"!!
Only a little sibling jealousy was expressed.
Beach themed cupcakes Alan helped decorate. He put on all the fish.
Catching water balloons
It just wouldn't be Alan's day without a few tears. It's just how he rolls.
A concrete beach...
They were jumping in a circle singing "we love popsicles!" and really, what's not to love? They had a perfectly wet afternoon.
Happy sixth, little man!! We can't wait to see what you do with this year.
No comments:
Post a Comment