Birthday Adam (or Eve Eve)

My nuggets are 4!!!!  I can't deal.  I keep flirting with the idea of having a third kid and naming it "Crutch".  I'm going to lose these babies at the same time and I only have a year left of wallowing in their baby hood before I'm a twitching mess when they head off to kindergarten. So. Sad.

But their birthday weekend was so fun.  We turned over full scheduling rights to them - anything they wanted to do, wherever they wanted to go.  They were also in charge of all meals.  This was breakfast on Saturday.  "Walrus waffles."  Props to me and Aunt Jemima for pulling that one off. 

Then we spent a good chunk of the morning flicking butterflies against the window.  We love butterflies. They are our mascot.  Butterflies always seem to flit around without a care in the world (while they chant in a very tiny voice, "I'm so happy! I'm so happy!")  When we see one, it always reminds us to try to relax and have fun. Our term "butterfly" is open to any little happy thing that is precious and makes you smile; not necessarily just butterflies.  Brent shoved a butterfly flicker in my stocking this year and the nuggets decided it was time to bust it out.

Callie spent most of the afternoon shopping for an "aqua outfit" and having lunch with my mom while Wyatt chilled with us and wanted to take the dogs to the dog wash with daddy and eat spicy chicken nuggets.  The schedule seemed easy enough, rounding out the day with peanut butter and jelly for dinner.  Little did we know, they were saving up the motherload for the next day!