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My first memories begin when I'm about five years old. I'm really hoping that Riley remembers this week of his 5th birthday when he is older. It's been a great birthday for him. He had a party at Nana and Papaw's on Wednesday night. His great-aunt was in town from Oklahoma to celebrate with us. Uncle Mike and his great grandparents were there too. He got all the superhero costumes he's been wanting and spent the night trying each of them on for us. Saturday was his party here with his friends. There were nine little boys running around in swim trunks in our back yard. They played in the sprinkler, the pool, and with water guns. It went very smoothly and I think they all had a great time. Last night he got a very special present from Tom and the Redcay's. He and daddy went with all of daddy's friends to see Bob Dylan at Cooper Stadium. I was a nervous wreck all night, afraid that it was a little much for him. I quickly changed my mind this morning when he stumbled out of the top bunk, still in his clothes from last night, and came to me with his ticket stub in his hand. He was still half asleep as he said, "Mommy, I got this very special ticket last night. You know what it says? It says Bob Dylan!" He told me all about it this morning during breakfast. It's not over yet. We leave Friday for Canton to celebrate with Mimi and PopPop, Uncle Chris and Aunt Angie, and his other set of great grandparents. Trey is ready for it to be over...he's not to happy about all this attention Riley has been getting!
Today has been crazy. I took the boys to eat at my grandparents new retirement home for lunch. It's a really nice place, with really good food. But, they eat in courses at senior citizen speed. This adds up to about an hour and a half. A lot to expect out of three little boys. Then we headed to Dr. Hua's office for Riley and Trey's back to school check ups. Evan was demanding to be fed at the exact time Riley needed three shots. But, we made it and something about simply surviving the whole thing makes me feel like I've really accomplished a lot today. Two months into this three child thing and I'm beginning to feel like it's normal. If only Evan would start sleeping throught the night again. He slept 8-10 hours a night for about a week, but now he's up a couple of time a night again.
Life's good around here. We're still uncertain about what the next step for us is, but life is really good.