Our boy turned 5 today. As the cliche goes, I can hardly believe how fast the time has flown. Last night he said "I can't wait to wake up in the morning, it's going to be....BIRTHDAY TIME!!!" He's been counting the days for a while, and he was the calendar helper in school on Thursday so he got to count down days to his birthday with the whole class.
Nicco loves balloons. Recently, we went to Cici's pizza on a celebration day and all the kids got a free balloon. When we got home, we warned him to hold on to it so it wouldn't get sucked up and tangled in the fan. Wouldn't you know, not 5 minutes later, we heard the thwap-thwap-thwap of the balloon spinning in the blades of the fan, followed by the inevitable pop. He was devastated. So, for his birthday surprise, I bought a helium tank with 30 balloons (there were some casualties, so we only ended up with 25). I lined them up in a path leading from his bedroom to his stack of presents. He woke up bleary-eyed yet excited and came pitter-pattering down the hallway and gave me a big hug and kiss and said "Thanks for the balloons, Mommy! This is the best day ever!"






He sorted his balloons by color and shared them with us, but it wasn't long before they were tangled up in one giant bouquet. He dragged those balloons all over the house all day long, like a little puppy. He brought them in the kitchen with him while he helped me bake his cake, he brought them into the office while we talked to Papi and Mamie. He brought them down the hall to the bathroom...you get the idea. The balloons were a big hit.
We sang the birthday song and Nicco blew out his candles, ate his cake, had a champagne toast, and opened his presents via web-cam with Papi and Mamie.

After lunch, we went to swim class (he was very excited to tell Mr. Eric that it was his birthday) and afterwards, we went to Chuck E. Cheese's, per the Birthday Boy's request. He rode the silly little rides and played a bunch of games. He got a splinter in the falling apart air hockey table, grrr. He decided he wanted to climb and play in the tower that leads to tunnels that wind all around above the arcade. It was hard to keep track of him, but at one point, I heard him crying "Mama!" I couldn't see him and his cries were getting progressively more frantic. We finally located him and tried to lead him to the exit, but he was scared, disoriented, and panicky, so I went up and got him out. My poor baby. His panic rubbed off on me, and before I realized he was beyond being led out, I got the adrenaline rush that comes with the danger/panic and I'm still trying to come down. It was dark when we left Chuck E. Cheese and Nicco said "I was having so much fun, I forgot to look at the mountains." I'm glad he was able to focus on the fun, not the nightmare of being stuck and lost in the tunnel maze!

We arrived back home to the balloons already starting to lose their air. The boy and his daddy are building with his new legos and another birthday is in the books.