Yesterday was our monkey Conner's birthday. It was a day of joy and laughter and good times. Well, it SHOULD have been anyway. But Conner, strange as it seems, has major issues with celebrating.
He likes his routine. He likes to get up and have breakfast, and play with cars, and eat a granola bar, and play with cars, and maybe push his sister down a couple of times, and so on and so forth.
He doesn't know how to handle the excitement and the attention and the different-ness of a birthday.
So when he got up and saw this stack of presents, he seemed okay about it. Until we broke out the camera and told him to open the presents.
~gasp~
"I don't want to open presents! I don't want the camera! I don't want to, I don't want to!!!"
He finally consented to let his daddy open his presents while he sat next to him and watched. And this was the only picture I could sneak of the present opening. Sorry.
The cake. We are slowly running out of ways to decorate a cake with a car theme. Ideas anyone for next year??? And obviously, as you can tell, he was four this year.
And his misery continued when it was time to sing happy birthday. The torture that is a birthday.
Absolutely no WAY we could convince him to blow out the candles. His brothers were of course, happy to help out with that problem.
Lena was really feeling his pain. Or maybe she was just upset that she didn't get to help blow out the candles. Or maybe she just wanted someone to wipe the ketchup off her face. Hmmm... so many options.
Peace finally settled upon him when we allowed him to play with his new cars. Notice the cake untouched beside him? "I don't want cake mommy, I just want to play with my cars."
The end.