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What would you wear to bed if it were your last time going to bed as a 5 year-old? Makes you think, right?!! K, before I show you this picture, I just gotta say... he nailed it. Our fashionisto doesn't take holidays off. Not even his birthday eve. Here's Porter Pope in his last minutes of being 5. Ready to ring in year 6 in style.

You guys, I love him!  If someone were to wake him up at 2 am and say It's game time!, he'd be ready. And looking good nonetheless.
Today is going to be a great day. We've already got the hard stuff out of the way, ie: birthday party. Which, can I tell you what a brilliant move it was to have the party before the actual birthday? The Pistol had a bowling party on Monday. At 3:00 to be exact. And I barely saw the boy until 2:10 that day, our departure time. But with it not being his real birthday yet....there was no pressure that we hadn't hung out all day. I hadn't been stressing over how to make the whole entire day amazing. Nor was I sick of being overly-nice to him by party time. See, on his birthday I would've been feeling those pressures.  Pre-birthday party= no pressure outside the party hours.

Don't let that non-smile fool you. He was lovin his party.  And the presents. And his mom? And his mom.
So now that we got all the party hoopla out of the way, all we have to today is concentrate on eating sugar every two hours. Most likely in the form of Krispy Kreme donuts, this chocolate cake again {if it ain't broke, don't fix it} and possibly frozen yogurt with 62 toppings. And when were not doing that, we'll let the boy open his presents.
And then we'll reminisce on how Porter came flying out of mama's tummy and I was just a screamin'. If you haven't read that story, you should read it. I must say, it's a family favorite in this house. 

There he is in all his glory, all six years of him!
Alright, signing out. Happy Birthday, Porter Pope.
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