Colin + Birthday = 5

Colin is five years old. Happy Birthday to my favorite super-hero. He had six little boys over for his birthday party, and check out the bald-headed cupcakes that each and every one of them left. Next year, I'll just pass around the bowl of frosting.


Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa.

Thankyou, Grandma and Grandpa. (I will not tell which present came from which grandparent, as I don't want to incite any grandmotherly competition. Both should know that their presents were equally exclaimed over and played with.)

I think Colin knows deep down that he has superhuman powers. He is the Green Lantern with a CTR ring, the Flash with his fast, fast feet, Batman with his secret forts and bat cave, and Superman with his huge muscles that he likes to show me. If I were to pinpoint my favorite of his super-human strengths, I would say that Colin has a remarkable ability to make people smile. I love sabotaging his angry moments by smiling at him. He can't help but smile back. And his greatest joy is making people laugh, the tease. And he is always singing. Or maybe "trumpeting" is a better description of his tuneful outbursts. I love you, Colin!