Buster Boy is FINALLY 5 years old. We have been waiting on this milestone since the womb. 5 years old means he can officially play baseball on a real team. 5 years old means he gets to go to kindergarten. 2 things he's been not-so-patiently waiting for.
So, we asked him what he wanted to do on his big day...play baseball! The g-parents and Aunt Laura arrived for the day to make the teams a little more even and the Hansons took the field as well.
If he's got nothing else, he's got the look...
The players in the field seem a bit distracted and without proper equipment like gloves...
Grape juice breaks are a necessity in this south Georgia December heat...
After the Braves won, we hit Chick-Fil-A for lunch and then went home for tractor cake and ice cream.
It seems as though we may have gotten a little more than ice cream with our tractor cake since the candles were blown out with a marshmallow shooter full of spit. Yummy.
The rest of the day was spent flying up and down the street on his brand new bicycle. With the occassional grape juice break of course.
Happy Birthday Buster Boy! This 5th year is going to be HUGE for you and I can't wait to be with you every step of the way. I love you, handsome. :)
*Thanks to Big Sis for providing all of the pictures for today's blog from her own camera.
1 comment:
Looks like he was in baseball heaven. Wish we could have been there. Happy 5th birthday, Buster Boy......Meme and D-Daddy
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