Jumping back to September 13th, my Rhode man turned 5 years old.
Rhode is such an awesome kid. He is incredibly sweet and so friendly to people. Instead of saying "you're welcome" he has started saying, "My Pleasure!" in his best gentleman voice. It is killer cute.
For his birthday, he got cards from all of his aunts and uncles, a check from Grandma and Grandpa Nielsen which he spent on an awesome ninja costume, and his first box of legos from Grandma and Grandpa Earl. Instead of giving him presents we had a big outing day as a family the next day. We took the kids to the movies to see Planes (we rarely do the movie theater but I was really impressed with how well my kids behaved, even Asher) with some popcorn and soda and then headed over to Yogurtland where Rhode got to make his own personal yogurt creation.
He is so funny right now, mostly unintentionally as he spouts off his ever growing knowledge. I recently posted this conversation on facebook:
Gems from a conversation between two 5 year old boys:
Blake: My grandma and grandpa live in Norway
Rhode: I've never heard of that place, and I know all of the states.
Blake: McDonalds is my favorite restaurant
Rhode: Mine too! But the food is really unhealthy and every time I eat there I get a little fat.
Blake: I don't like tattoos
Rhode: Yeah, and we're not supposed to look at tattoos on naked people on those big signs (stupid billboards)
They also compared baby stories and realized both of their last names end in an E. Buddies in the making.
Happy birthday my Rhode-Toad. I love you to pieces! You can stay five for as long as you'd like.