It was another full-schedule Saturday here. We went to the market in the morning (der). We had our last tball game. We celebrated Peyton's birthday. We (ok, Mason) cried for 40 minutes that he wanted the garage door open. Yep. FORTY. You try to repeat a phrase for 15 minutes even, without crying. Just one phrase, I dare you. I love talking and I can't do it. I am too easily distracted. Distracted, as I am from the original point of this post!
Tball was fun! They played a four inning game instead of their standard two! four innings was on the verge of too long, as Mason was daydreaming a bit at the end. He got four great hits, and fielded at least two balls. This first picture is Mason and his coach Frank Parker.

We got home from tball, changed, ate lunch, and headed over to celebrate Peyton's fourth birthday! Mason was most interested in singing Happy Birthday and eating cake. He hearts "birhay" cake so much!

We stayed at Peyton's house until it was almost dark (that happens early these days) and dinner time. Mason conceded that it was too cool and getting dark and came home willingly with me. Then the fun started. OK, the opposite of fun. We were in the garage putting his trike away and he told me he wanted to go around the block again. I told him it was too cold and dark and it was dinner time. We would go around the block tomorrow. He cried that he wanted to go around the block as I carried him up the stairs. Then I asked him if he wanted to press the button to close the garage door. He cried, "I want the garage door open". Will closed the garage. As I typed above, "I want the garage door open" was repeated amidst cries and screams for forty minutes. The last ten minutes were calmer and quieter, every so often he would tell us that he wanted the garage door open. Even at bed time, as he was falling asleep, he got one more, "I want the garage door open!" in there, plus a small cry because we forgot to bring home his red balloon from the party. Poor tired guy. It aint easy being three.
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