We went tonight on our annual birthday trip to Toys R Us where Reilly will choose whatever he wants (within reason) for his birthday. This year it’s a train table. He also picked a pair of aged 2-3 finding Dory swimming shorts and some minions walkie talkies (he likes to pretend he’s on the phone and makes the right noises so worth a try).
Birthdays are like the big flashing warning sign that goes off to remind you of the bullshit milestones that parents judge each other on that my child hasn’t reached. I tend to analyse and compare on his birthday, not this year.
I remember thinking on Reillys 1st birthday by his next birthday he might tell me what he wanted for his birthday, by his 3rd birthday I was hoping he might tell me what he wanted for his birthday, for his fourth birthday I was hoping he might tell me what he wanted for his birthday, for his 5th birthday I was hoping he might tell me what he wanted for his birthday, for his 6th birthday i decided as long as he was happy what did it matter that he couldn’t ask for it, he typed Toys R Us into my phone and showed me his train table and that’s alright with me. 
We have put his table up already because as we know he’s not the greatest at waiting and I’ve watched him for 2 hours, constructing new routes with the track, so happy. In his element. 
So lucky to have this little man in our lives. He may be a stealer of sleep and the pusher of my frustration button but by god we love him x