To You With Love: BIRTHDAYS

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Happy Birthday Cache!

Cache Money is 3 years old! Three years ago I posted this entry filled with pictures of newborn Cache. Now I am filling this post with pictures of a kid who makes sure that he only eats things that make him grow :) and who loves these things (they do change often but this was todays results)...

Favorite part of your birthday: 'Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!' and cake.
Favorite Movie: Monsters Inc. (3 months ago it was Buzz Lightyear)
Favorite Song: Happy Birthday! (Used to be 'Party Like a ROCKSTAR!')
Favorite Game: Football. I like football. No, I love football. (Very true and has not changed)
Favorite Book: No David!
Favorite Color: Blue (same)

My personal favorite part of Cache's birthday was Cache's birthday hat. He had been SO excited about getting a birthday hat! I have no idea where this excitement came from. We bought it the night before his birthday and he just had to show everybody. It was a struggle getting it off of him before bedtime. When he woke up it was the first thing he put on.

The weather was beautiful on Cache's birthday and we were happy about that because Cache wanted to go on a bike ride. He got to do that, open presents throughout the day and go bowling. Bowling went great, I will just put it in Cache's words, "I spanked my dad in bowling! I beat em'!" It is true, he did. He bowled a 168.

We also played Candyland, Hungry Hungry Hippos and Chutes and Ladders. Where I found out I really need to teach my son to be a good loser. He would get way to upset if he lost. We are working on it.

I could tell all day that Cache was not feeling good. He was (and always is) a trooper when he is sick. I can tell that he is sick by his eyes, other than that he runs like a maniac, plays football etc., and rides his bike. On this day it was the same thing. He had a horrible cough but wouldn't stay still to breathe. This made his cough worse. But he wanted to party it up.

That night some of his Aunties, Uncles and cousins came over along with grandparents for a little birthday bash. Cache had a blast and a half!

After that party Steve and I were cooking for the party in the morning. Cache was excited to see all his friends and his Aunties (Cassie, Anna, Ashlee and Chantelle). He was extra excited for his Cinnamon Birthday Cake as well.

That night, Cache couldn't sleep. He was fevering pretty bad.

"My birthday hat is buggin' me! It's hurting my head so bad!" That is what woke me up at 1:22 a.m. when Cache was not wearing his birthday hat. After that Cache and me both didn't go back to sleep until 5:45 in the morning. So, we had to cancel his Birthday Brunch. He was a devastated about it. Especially since we went to the doctor instead. We found out he had bronchio....I'm not even going to try, and his first ear infection. :( sorry buddy.

When Cache is feeling better we will have his Birthday Brunch.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Nothing Like A 2 Year Old...

Especially my 2 year old.

Get ready because I am about to post over 70 pictures of Cache's Birthday.

You have just seen#1

Excuse the sideways manner of this photo, but Cache LOVES his Pediasure and I had to show that...

Delish...

Out of all of the things Cache could've had for breakfast he wanted toast.

A lil' bit of toast while watching Mickey Mouse. Could life get any better?

BathTime

Post Bath Routine:

Cache waits for me to wrap him in his towel, he then puts his arms together like a pray mantis and says, "I's freesie mommy!"

Then I say, "OH NO!! Cache is freezin!" In an equally dramatic manner and I rush him to our bed and put him on my pillow (which he thinks is his), then I say "Oh NO!! My baby's freezin!" again and put the covers on him. Then, he lays there and relaxes for a several minutes and then jumps up, runs to his bedroom and brings me his diaper.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

These shorts...these are Cache's all time favorite shorts. His all time favorite outfit? These shorts with no shirt. When we come home he runs to his room, opens his drawer to pull these out, then runs to me and says," shorts peez!" If a shirt is on he struggles to take it off until he decides he needs some help.