So this little guy just turned nine.
Which is weird, because I just had him.......nine years ago?!?
(cue the ugly crying)
And this is what a birthday looks like when you're 29 weeks pregnant
and you're like, here are some balloons and gifts for you that I ordered online.
You're welcome, child.
My mom guilt did turn on enough for me to make him a special cake though.
He likes video games or something.
Making this beastly thing turned me into a crippled mess
with an aching back by the end...
but it was totes worth it to see his little face light up.
He is smart, funny, and full of life and challenges me in ways I never imagined.
Because sprinkle pancakes.
Instead of a party, he chose to go with the fam to what we call "Bullwinkles."
We played mini golf in the blazing sun...
sweat like pigs (or piglets in his case)...
...and then the boys cooled off in the water bumper boats.
A posted sign said pregnant people were banished from enjoying the only refreshment from the heat.
Then Nate put himself in a corner and his motor promptly died.
The boat people said time was up and motioned for everyone to bring the boats in, but little Nate just sat in the corner spraying water since it was the only thing on his boat that worked.
Eventually, a chivalrous teenage boat attendant rescued him and towed his boat in.
I don't think he minded.