Andy turned four today...*sigh*
I've always said that Andy has been the biggest surprise of my life. We took two outfits to the hospital: a sweet smocked girl outfit that I bought big because I knew I'd want to put it on her a few times during those early weeks, and a precious boy outfit that my mom purchased and I knew she would never wear. I have a sister. All of my cousins are girls. And of course, I already had a sweet little girl at home. I actually thought Dr. Schmidt was joking when he said "it's a boy!" I really did. And then I held him. Named him Andy after my Dad and fell hopelessly in love. The last 4 years have been pure bliss. Truth be told, the last 4 years have also been an exercise of bolting furniture to studs. We've used a lot of super glue. We've also created new rules like "no jumping off the mantel" and "no sliding down the stairs in a laundry basket" that we never needed with Grace. He has broken 2 bones and been glued shut 3 times...and I am a a self admitted overly protective parent. But my Andy is special. Maybe it's his name. Maybe he was sent here to spread cheer...he literally falls asleep smiling.
So happy birthday Andy. We'll reschedule the bowling party. Our snowed in party was a lot of fun!
We had a modified bowling birthday party...minus the cousins and the bowling alley.
Post candle bowl on the cake. 
Grace felt bad about the shortage of party guests so she asked the hippos to stand in for the cousins.