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Daxon's Happy 4th Birthday!

So April 3rd, Daxon turned 4. Four! Next year he's be half a decade old.

It feels like only yesterday that I slashed my fingernails through the hospital bedding and launched his 10 and a half pound self into this world.

"He's huge!" a united chorus of 15 people in the delivery room declared the moment he entered this world.

Then and now, he's always been huge. A huge personality, huge love and a huge sense of humour. Of course with parents like us, how could he be anything else?!

Thursday was a wonderful family day. Gary and I both took the day off work and Daxon didn't go to school. Instead, we made a day of family fun to celebrate the day we offically became a family.

The day started off right with Daxon coming down the stairs to the livingroom and seeing a big pile of presents! He opened them and had fun playing with them for a while before we all got dressed and headed out to lunch. Daxon got to pick where we went for lunch. Of course, it was "O' McDonald's". E-I-E-I-ohhhhh my arteries!

After that we checked out a playbarn. There were birds of prey (owl's, falcons and a couple of eagles). A barn of big horses and some sheep, geese, bunnies and a few friendly loose chickens was a great spingtime reminder that life exists beyond the winter indoor destinations.

Dinner time! This time, Mommy got to pick since she worked extra hard 4 years ago to the day! All you can eat Indian Food. I was my favourite as a rotund preggo and still is my favourite today!

Then we came home to chill out, play Mr. Bucket and Basketball. I must also make note that as Daddio tossed the ball to the hoop, he let a giant fart rip and of course the ball swishes through the net. Daxon laughed hysterically and declared it, "Fartball".

That's right, Daxon's birthday post ends with Fartball.

Happy Birthday Maya Angelou!

"Still I Rise"

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.