Happy birthday Nate
Four years old. Monday night we wrapped and set out presents and Maria put the big red birthday plate and a party hat at his seat at the dinner table so he would find it at breakfast. I think we were more excited than he was until he unwrapped the gifts from his uncles Joe and Stephen (no longer pronounced “the uggles”) and found “Krypto, the Super Dog” videos and books. It's all super dog and space aliens with him lately, with his serious-voiced emphasis on how the latter are “not too scary.” This weekend we'll have his birthday party, the third celebration of it, actually, after having cake for the kids at school and another cake at our Fourth of July party. It's good.