It was the Mister’s birthday last week. 5 golden years, how quickly they’ve gone. I can still remember the day he was born. I’d snuggled him close to my chest and that evening asked the nurse if all seemed OK. He hadn’t made a peep. Just slept and ate, slept and ate. In hindsight I should have recognized a little personality in the making: easygoing, not one to make a fuss.
It was with this no-nonsense attitude that he tagged along to Lauren’s doctor’s visit the day before his birthday. The older kids were off school that day, and it was a perfect opportunity to spend a few hours in Central Park…
Eating Oreos. While wearing a Mustache sweater. It is Movember after all.
Maybe one day his grill will look like that. For now we’ll chalk it up to a good case of Oreo teeth.
Central Park is so pretty at this time of year…..
Did you know that wild cats live in the Park? Sam found a leopard and stalked it…
