My little Mo turned 3 last week. I can hardly believe it. Unfortunately, his birthday happened to be a couple weeks after Sadie was born, so his sleep-deprived mom was too tired to make any big plans. In my guilt, I convinced John to go to his least favorite place for a birthday lunch - an over priced pizza buffet with games and rides and cheap prizes. Of course, the boys loved it and I think Matt Mo felt special, so that's all that matters.
Birthday boys get special privileges when it comes to playing the games...
This game was definitely a favorite (what little boy doesn't love permission to whack something?)...
Mo thought he was pretty cool stuff throwing the mini bowling ball down the lane...
And riding the Harley like Uncle Dan...
And don't forget about the highlight of every trip to Gatti Town - the train ride through the parking lot...
We did cake and ice cream and presents with the family the following Sunday. Somewhere in between, Mo took a nasty fall at the park and landed on his face. Poor little birthday boy...
Make a wish...
It's my party and I'll make a mess if I want to...
His big present was a 3 wheeler scooter - just his size and more stable. Don't worry, we'll definitely be wearing a helmet (and perhaps full-body gear given his track record) when we take it to the streets...
Happy birthday Matt Mo...we love you!
