Seems like two years ago, o.k. maybe two weeks ago that my sweet, sweet toothless, already fitting into his big brother's clothes Presley turned SEVEN.
My love grows like a weed when I think of him and my heart pumps out of my chest when I think about his gentle soul. We'd be living in a rainbow, sprinkled universe if he passed out a piece of his goodness to everyone. He's the best of our family. And if he wasn't so humble and kind he'd see that he's actually the CENTER of our family.
Here's a peak from Presley's birthday...
Birthday cinnamon rolls!!
Lately, it's been a tradition to have morning Pillsbury cinnamon rolls on the kid's birthdays!
We spent the day at Universal City Walk.
Kung Fu Panda 3 was really cute!!
It was gloomy.
Rainy.
And sunny (not in any particular order).
Macho nachos lunch.
Social media bunch.
Social anxiety moment. Being the center of attention makes my kids feel awkward.
I told Presley that it's o.k. to let friends celebrate how special you are.
He hosted his favorite breakfast.
I made his favorite dinner. Japanese curry, chicken cutlet, Spam musubi, and miso soup with tofu.
Horizontal view.
Vertical view. Cause why not? It's so yummy!!
It wouldn't be a complete birthday celebration without Truman getting his photo bomb in during cake time.
When we picked up Presley's Star Wars cake, it was the first time he had seen it. His mouth dropped. His eyes widen. And with a gasp he threw his arms around my waist and said, "Thank you mommy so much! I love my cake. Thank you mommy! Thank you mommy!"
I felt victorious and it made every momzilla moment I've ever had insignificant. He showed me gratitude and such appreciation for a lousy supermarket sheet cake that seemed to him worth hundreds of dollars. We just stood there in the middle of the Ralph's bakery section holding each other. I wanted to cry.
Happy 7th Birthday Presley!!