Continuing the tradition of celebrating momma’s birthday with a horribly constructed cake without eggs. A tradition started years before Murrow was born…must have been fate.

Kim and I knew it would happen some day, but it just seems so soon. Yes, Murrow has had plenty of milestones recently showing us what a big boy he is. Going to the bathroom by himself, putting on his clothes and shoes, playing “frisbee” (actually just tossing back and forth the lid to his blocks in the front yard), and playing wii baseball (just the pitching)…but today was the biggie.

He played in the kids play area at IKEA.

Without any hyperbole, it is safe to say one of us started to cry a bit, and the other felt a nervous tension as if he had left something behind. We’d all been looking towards this day ever since he could walk.

Rules to get into the IKEA play area:

* 37 inches tall … check
* Potty-trained … check
* Ability to play without his parents watching … check
* Parents able to leave child without freaking out … barely

This one was titled “I don’t know how to listen to Momma.” Seriously. I can’t make this stuff up.

“You can’t feed Oly because you don’t have a boobie, poppa”