Despite the fact that Drew was prepped all day yesterday with various choruses of "Tomorrow's your birthday, shout HOORAY", when he wandered into my bedroom this morning and saw some presents, and everyone squealing varied happy birthday greetings, he had no idea what to think.
(Drew loved the tractor picture Luke drew for him as a birthday gift.)
Though our poor, expressionless Drew says little, he has done a fabulous job of singing 'Happy Birthday' to himself repeatedly today .
The delight on Drew's face when he saw his birthday cake was all worth the messy kitchen and the repeated groans to myself of "Why do I attempt this every single birthday?" When I sat him up to look at his cake, he kept smiling and in a rarely heard, enthusiastic voice, kept saying "ta" which is his word for truck and trailer and tractor.