He was lucky to make it through his birthday. All morning he was on thin ice, but I kept letting it slide since it was his day. By the time 1:00 rolled around...it was another story. I was folding laundry and he was very quiet. I asked what he was up to, "Um...drawing on the walls." WHAT!!!! I walked into our bedroom, and sure enough, red crayon all over our walls. After sending him to his room and trying to put the baby down for a nap, I find, yet again, red crayon all over his walls. Oh My!! He stayed in his room for awhile after that. 3 magic erasers later, the crayon was gone.
We celebrated his big day by having a few friends over for Baked Spaghetti and Chocolate Cake and ice cream. All in all, it was a good day...minus the red crayon which is now sitting on my craft shelf far, far away from little hands.