This was the first year since the birth of my son that I was not able to see him when he woke up to wish him a happy birthday. I got through it though. Had it been last year-well that would have been a different story. I did call over to his father's to wish him a happy birthday, however he wasn't up yet. He called me back about an hour later. He was so excited when I wished him a happy birthday. He giggled when I asked him how old he was. I asked if he wanted five kisses or five spankings...he wanted the five kisses of course.
I picked him up from his dad's for lunch. He chose to go to Red Lobster. Same place as last year, but that was okay, it was his birthday. We spent a few hours together before I needed to get him back to his dad's, who was having a party for him that day, which my little man knew nothing about.
It was a difficult day on Sunday after picking him up. He was so excited about all the gifts he got, although he didn't know from who, or who some people were at the party. The sad thing was that he wanted to bring some of his toys here, to mom's house, but his dad told him they had to stay at dad's house. My little guy questioned me as to why that was. Now, how in the world am I suppose to answer that? Especially in a nice way. (Eduardo, I know you're gonna have a good answer.)