Ok, here are the pictures from last night. Don't judge me by anything you may see here!! lol
The first one is my favorite. I love the expression on his face. He was trying to let me take a picture of his star sticker on his shirt, so he was sticking his chest out. (before he ate)
This is him (after he ate) opening one of his Mr. Potato Head outfits. It's Chef Tater. Anything that we find that has Tater on it, we get, because it's not like John or Matt that you can find on anything. Unfortunately, it's usually Mr. Potato Head (Darth Tater. etc.) and accessories. So he's got a big collection of those. lol
This is him after my husband uncovered his eyes so he could see his Grave Digger monster truck cookie cake. He loved it!! I was so happy. I have made their cakes in the past. My mom was a professional cake decorator, and I learned how to do those fancy cakes with all the decorative trim, I just don't have the time!! If it was a weekend, sure, and I could have made it this weekend, but it's definitely a lot of work. Not that my kids aren't worth it mind you. But we all like the cookies too. (I would post a picture, but all the cakes I've done were before we got the digital camera, so I'll have to take a picture with the digital of a regular picture, lol)
This one is him before he opens his presents. He's always got that dang vest on. It's all cruddy because I figure you just toss it in the wash and it's good. NOT. It's real suede. On a kids vest!! He thinks it's his cowboy vest. So it has to be cleaned with leather cleaner only. grrr. Oh well, he's cute :)
This one is with his favorite present. I had gotten my step sons these remote control watch cars. The remote control is on the watch. well, that was like 6 years ago and they had never come back over for Christmas (looong story), so I still had them. It said 5 and older on the box, so I figured, here ya go Tater!! lol. I didn't figure he would have much interest or that he would even be able to figure it out. I guess I'm short changing him because he picked it up and away he went. It was the only thing he played with the whole night! lol
(yes, he has undies on :), he just prefers no pants. usually. And no blog post with the kids is ever complete without a butt shot!!)
So that's that. He had a good time. He even wore his crown again to school today. I tried taking it off, but he refused. We usually don't make big deals about birthdays (like big parties with lots of kids and all that jazz) so I figured the hat could stay. And of course his cowboy vest.
Miss Lisa (from Laughing Orca Ranch blog) asked me how we got his name and what our bigger man's name is. Little guy's full name is Tater Porter. Sound familiar to any of you rodeo (PBR) fans? Yeah. My husband, who used to be a bull rider, liked Tater Porter, THE bull rider, and when we were trying to pick out names, he came up with Tater. I said huh uh, no way on God's green earth am I going to name my little boy Tater. Guess who lost? lol, ME. I felt bad because this is my hubby's 4th child and he hadn't been "allowed" to pick out a single name for the other three. Us women just kind of take over when it comes to that sometimes I think. He had me convinced that the bull riders REAL name WAS Tater. I said what crazy mother would name their child Tater??? Yeah, hello, me again. After the signing of the birth certificate I found out that his real name is Dan Porter, of course. But in all honesty, we're a different sort of people, and the more we said it the more the name stuck and was kinda cute. AND (major factor here) I figured if there ever came a time where he didn't like his name (like a lot of teenage kids), he could shorten it to Tate. I hope he doesn't, and so far he's pretty proud of his name. We usually have problems with other people not wanting to call him Tater and them just automatically shortening it to Tate. He's sure to correct them loudly though. So that's what's in his name :)
Big brother is Lucas Keegan. They are both redheads and when I was looking for a middle name for the big one, I wanted something Irish. Luke was the name of an awesome friend I used to have (and a little crush on, shhh). Hubby didn't really like Kane, which was my other pick, so Keegan (which means little fiery one, and they BOTH were in utero) it was. And that's what's in a name for big one.