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Truman turns six

Truman turned six last Friday. Six!?!? It doesn't seem possible.

He had, as my friend Sage would say, a pretty fantastic birthday. The day before his birthday, the theme at preschool was letter P so they were having a pajama party. He and Penny asked if they could wear their pajamas all day so of course I said yes. (Yes Truman is a kindergartener who goes to 'preschool' - he has fun, it gives me a break, so leave me alone about it.)

He got $20 from his grandpa. 

About to go into preschool

Later in the afternoon of birthday-eve, looking to spend his $20 on toys at Target (he got a small Lego set and a Darth Vader toy).

On his actual birthday, we had a Lego Star Wars cake. David designed this - Truman is part of the action, if you look closely.

Mimi came over and he opened all his many presents. Then we went to Chuck E Cheese for lunch (yes, cake for breakfast, pizza for lunch... we were on a roll). He played lots of games and then we came home for a little while. In the evening, I took Truman and Penny to see Star Wars in 3D at the movies. They were so cute in their 3D glasses, but neither of them like wearing them because they are dark (why oh why?) and they also kept smearing butter on the lenses. There was also a really cool display in the theater lobby so we got some cool pictures.


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