Happy Birthday Lukas

Lukas,


Today you, my last baby, turned four years old! Where, oh where did the time go? I think I'm feeling a bit melancholy about this birthday because I know what big changes happen between years 4 and 5. At three, you were still a toddler, true the outer edge of toddlerhood, but your poor mama could grasp onto that whenever I needed to feel that you weren't growing up so fast. But, I know that you are itching to keep up to your brothers and so I must let you go.


You have been so excited about this birthday and you have been counting down since January 2nd. For the last week you have been telling everyone you meet that, "it's soon going to be my birthday and I'm goin to be four!" You even picked out the cake that you wanted me to bake for you. I'm glad that it was the first thing on your mind this morning, and that my version of your vision measured up. You wanted cake for breakfast, cake for a school snack, and cake for supper. And upon reflection, it probably wouldn't have killed me to grant your wish this one time.


I'm glad that you had a great day and that your presents and little family party were such a big hit. I'm looking forward, with slight trepidation, to see what you will build with your tools in the following year. I'm also nervously excited for your dare-devil antics on your new 2 wheel bike. Hmm... I think I had better stock up on superhero bandaids next time I'm at Costco...


Love you little man.


Mama

Now We're in Trouble

Someone (we won't mention Grandma and Grandpa O here) just gave mister Lukas a tool kit for his fourth birthday. A real Stanley tool kit. So far, he has taken apart and put back together...

• the level that came in the kit
• the tape measure that came in the kit
• a old hard drive
• a toy robot
• and he fixed broken 'stuffs' in the fort outside

Oh, and he's measured stuff. Lots of stuff. He has been one happy little boy this afternoon!

Stay That Way

Toronto band Three Metre Day

Love Comes Tumbling Down

Found. Loved. Shared.

Sounds of a Saturday Night

Overheard From the Back of the Van

"I know what sexy means. It means beautiful. Like a giraffe."

~Lukas



Thoughts on Michael Jackson

We've been listening to an old Michael Jackson tape A LOT in the van lately. Alek found my old cassette tape of Bad in an old 'high school junk trunk' awhile ago and somehow it made it's way into the cassette player in the van. The boys insist on blasting Bad over and over again every time we have to go anywhere. So, if you happen to be walking, or even driving along, and you think you can hear Bad and  you start to worry that maybe you are having a stroke - because really, who plays that anymore - don't worry, it just means that the kids are I are close by.

Hmm, evil thought... next time they are being uber-obnoxious, maybe Michael should take a trip out the window! I wouldn't have to listen to the song again!!! Although with my luck I'd toss it out the window and hit a cop car. So, maybe not.

Anywho... Mikah has been asking a lot of questions about "this Michael Jackson guy" lately, and being the awesomely cool mom that I am, I offered to play them a video on YouTube. We just watched the Bad video and these were Mikah's observations...

• Um, who is this girl?
• Michael Jackson is a girl?
• Oh, she's a boy.
• Why is the song called Bad? I thought it was because she was dangerous. But she sure doesn't look dangerous - she's wearing a sparkly suit!
• Why are they dancing like that? Those guys behind her are acrobats right?
• Whens the bad guy going to come?
• Let's shut it off and watch Shark Boy and Lava Girl.

I'm thinking (and hoping) that the spell has been broken for Mikah. Hopefully I've converted one of them to my side...

And, just because I like to share the joy (I'm sweet like that)....