Snowbear’s Birthday
Well, unbeknownst to me, today was Snowbear’s birthday. Snowbear is the long-loved bear of my youngest son. He has many stuffed animal loves, but Snowbear came first. Just this week, I had a dream about Snowbear, myself. I dreamed that I was cradling him and singing him that song from Dumbo, Baby of Mine — that is, I thought it was a dream until I saw Snowbear on a makeshift pallet by my bed when I woke. #4 son informed me that Snowbear had really liked my singing to him. Weird.

Anyway, like I was saying, today was Snowbear’s birthday. And, so, we celebrated.

Snowbear had a makeshift tower of books to sit on.

We drank Dr. Fizz. We ate Dum-dums.

In fact, I think that Snowbear’s birthday may have been a ploy to get more Dum-dums.

Oh, how we love, LOVE Dum-dums.

Of course, 2 dum-dums are better than one.

That is something that I just love about #4 son.
He is a here-i-am-world-embrace-me kind of kid.
He is passionate.
He is imaginative.
He believes in celebrating.
He believes that more is better.

And heaven help you if you want to convince him otherwise.