To the birthday victor go the spoils

Dear Isaac,

How can we spoil thee? Let me photoblog the ways. This year the spoilage was almost pornographically out of control.

1) Meemaw and Poppop flown in, fresh and juicy from Indianapolis, for your birthday pleasure. They treated you to ice cream both at birthday lunch...


...and birthday dinner.


2) Picking out half your birthday presents by hand at Toys R Us. Meemaw and Poppop bought you:
*a spiralling Cars race track
*a gigantic set of linking cars
*two movies (Happy Feet, which we have watched twice, and Peter Pan)
*oversized cardboard blocks
*this other Cars race track you've used so much we've already replaced the batteries:

*one of those pony-head-on-a-stick toys, perfect for playing Naked Cowboy:


3) From Uncle Chrissy and Aunt Jean: a personalized backpack. It was full of lizards.


4) From Mamaw and Dadaw: a groaningly overweight box full of presents delivered by the postman, which included
*wooden building blocks
*a Cars metal lunch box
*a Fisher-Price Rhinocerous/Ostrich/Chameleon combo and Dinosaur/Caveman combo which you have played with nonstop
*these unique and awesome magnetic face books in which we can build all manner of freaky Frankenstein critters

*about twenty Curious George books and two Curious Georges, for the man who insists we buy at least two of everything so one can be the Mommy or Daddy and the other can be the baby.
(*****WARNING! The picture you are about to see shows my husband in a way that is NOT his practiced stone-cold expression. It may be shocking to know that, in real life, he does occasionally make stupid faces for the benefit of our children. Avert your eyes -- it may be too much.)


5) From your great-grandparents, you got some money. No toys with that, bruiser -- that stuff goes into your savings account. (Hi Grandma and Grandpa Ross!)

6) From me:
*a boxload of books, including your new favorite, Harold and the Purple Crayon
*lacing cards

7) From Dada, AKA Lord of Fun, an aquarium to house our newest family members, Goldie, Weenie, and Tickles O'Neal:


8) From the both of us, a trike. It fits you perfectly because you are huge. You can pedal, but you are not yet an expert steerer. Perhaps you got this trait from your mom.


Now if only we could find somewhere to put all your new crap.

Love you,

Mom