All 4 Music

When I asked Isaac what kind of birthday party he wanted, he told me a guitar party, and then that later evolved to drums. I decided to make it easier on myself and broaden it to a music theme. He used to be obsessed with Disney Junior's Imagination Movers (whatever happened to that show??) and plays air guitar constantly. Anything resembling a stick becomes a drumstick, if he hasn't turned it into a gun already. Most of my ideas came from Pinterest, but I can take credit for a couple on my own. 

Most of the food items, including the drum cake stand idea, came from Pinterest. The cake ball microphones and chocolate covered banana piano keys were last minute add-ons I came up with the night before. The music notes were chocolate covered rice krispie treats.

More ideas taken from Pinterest. The guests picked out their own guitar to decorate and take home.

Goodwill was a perfect spot to find the records. I knew someone in town would be trying to get rid of some.

Madeline picking out her guitar.

The kids also painted "drums". This was the quietest part of the party- and not messy at all!

Isaac was nervous at the attention, so I blew out the candles for him. I didn't mind.

Isaac, you pretend to not need me anymore, but any room I go into, you are quick to follow. You turn anything into a gun or a drum. You love on your puppy Jack, sometimes a little too much. You have that same laugh that I have loved ever since you were a baby.You are daddy's boy and jump up and down when he walks in the door. Even though I don't sleep well and it usually hurts my neck when you hog the bed, I think it's precious when you come into our room in the middle of night and say, "mommy- I sleep with you. Hold me. Scratch my back." You have made huge strides in your speech. Your therapist was so proud of you for saying "yellow" correctly yesterday- she said you were shocked yourself when you said it. You knew what a big deal that was. You are still very shy, but talk nonstop at home, and have said a few sentences in preschool and Sunday School, which is a huge step for you. Daddy started doing reading lessons with you, and you are excited to learn how to read like your big sisters. You love to protect and take care of Lydia, who you sweetly call "Baby". It's so precious when you take her by the hand and lead her places. She looks up to you so much.

Isaac, I love you so much it brings a lump in my throat just to think about how deeply so. I wish that I could keep you small forever and always protect you. I've done really well at giving you roots, but it's the wings part I need to work on down the road. Happy fourth birthday!!