Whew.

Whew.

It's tough being four years old, which is what IEM told me this evening. This evening marking the end of his birthday proper.

Or, more to the point, it's tough being the mother of a four-year-old. Whose birthday happens to fall on the same day as, what was being billed as, "the biggest football game in history:" The Michigan-Ohio State showdown.

The Border Battle wore me out. This is why I am no longer an official sportsfan: I become too emotionally involved. But let me tell you: It was as quiet as Christmas Day in our neighborhood starting at kickoff. You couldn't hear a car in the entire area. The only noise I heard (as I had to take the kids outside for some air and exercise) was a neighbor a street away who came outside to ring a huge maize and blue bell each time Michigan scored. Now that all of the leaves are down, I could see into this person's backyard and there it was: a huge bell, similar to a farm's dinner bell or firebell, painted and run when appropriate.

So I'm pooped. It was a busy day and a busier one tomorrow.

Here are some pics from his cupcake party tonight with the Beaubien kids. And no, EPM's hair is not on her head a la "Pebbles Flintstone." It just dried that way tonight...like the curls?

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