From medium to big?!?

Well, my little boy turned 4 yesterday. Of course, if Tate could read he would say that he is not little. The way he describes it Macy is big, Norah is little, and he is medium. (I get in trouble a lot because I forget this very strict rule.) He told me this morning that he thinks he might be big now but he is not sure. He has to think about it. (Just a side note, Norah cherishes being little.)

It was great day. We went to Mt. Philo and hiked to the top with the Smiths' and Dilley. The park has a road to walk up to the top or a trail. We took the road as we were pushing 2 strollers. The Smiths' pushed their kids in their stroller. Macy hiked the whole way up. Norah, of course, hitched a ride in the stroller. Tate on the other hand tired quickly, leaving me to carry him on my shoulders. (Luckily Dilley was there to help alternate with me pushing Norah up in the stroller and lugging Tate on our shoulders. See above picture of Tate being carried to the top by Dilley.)

After that we returned home to presents and strawberry cupcakes with blue frosting. As you can see one of Tate's presents was Hungry Hungry Hippos. A good part of Sunday afternoon was spent with Melissa trying to keep Tate and Norah from cheating. Tate would start catching the marbles before Melissa said go. Norah kept sneaking marbles from Macy's pile and put them in her own. Poor Macy, the stickler for the rules, couldn't win. They all had fun though.