Tuesday was Isaiah's 5th birthday. He is so excited to be 5. He keeps asking, "How old do you have to be to go to kindergarten?" Then he gets a huge grin on his face when I answer, "5 years old. Hey, how old are you?" Sadly he still had his wretched cold and bloodshot eyes, so I let him opt out of school. He played with a new lego set of an awesome fire truck, and I let him watch a few episodes of Iron Man while Charlotte napped in the afternoon. We hung up streamers in the dining room and over the fireplace mantle, and opened presents immediately after dinner as we promised. Isaiah was thrilled to get all the legos he had dreamed of, and Seth patiently spent an hour helping him build the police truck. By the end, Charlotte got a little jealous that nothing was for her, but then we had chocolate cake and she was in heaven.