My Boy had a birthday.
He turned four and as much as my heart overflows with amazement that this little gray-green-eyed whirlwind can be so much bigger than his former infant self...
I'll refrain from bothering you with my emotions about this.
I'm going to eat a cookie.
Anyway, the actual day happened back in the middle of the house-buying era and therefore got lost somewhere between the frantic runs to the bank for 'just one more' bank statement and the moments spent pondering how all our stuff was going to get packed.
He was patient.
(I wish I could say he got that from me)
I cringe at this number, but it was almost three months later before we finally got our act together.
It was a complete surprise and he never guessed what mommy was working on late at night.
Thank goodness for Maurice Sendak and rice-crispy bars.
We had planned the party as a Saturday morning breakfast as we planned to take our wild things to the zoo the see the rest of the animals.
We stubbornly refused to acknowledge the 'you've got to be kidding' looks we received for asking people to be at our house at eight in the morning on a weekend.
We're weird like that.
We made it up to them with good food.
Cinnamon rolls fix everything.
The birthday boy brought out his bored, growly face especially for the party.
In Wild-Thing-ese this look says, I wish all these people would stop looking at me.
For all their bluster, Wild-things are shy creatures.
I just hope he didn't waste his birthday wish on that!
Maybe that's what we get for giving him Wilder as a middle name.
A person really should think about these things ahead of time, you know.
I would love to tell you of the well-mannered, sedate and serene crew we took to the zoo that day...
But, alas, a liar I am not.
It's just a good thing many of them were confined to strollers!
I'm not sure the zoo could have handled it, otherwise.
What did we see?
All the usual...
Lots of fences.
We saw animals.
And people looking at animals.
We even looked at animals looking at people looking at animals.
After seeing all the wild things, T-boy was watching for his private boat.
But it turned out to be a train.
His monkey didn't care.
He just wished the boy would stop squishing him.
Monkeys are simple creatures.
When the sun was roasting, the concession-stand miles away, and the boat showed no signs of appearing to take him home...