Matt had been working late most nights, but he made it home for Scott's requested favorite dinner: rice with chicken gravy. He wanted a double layer cake like Matt, but wanted brownies instead. I did a Batman cake for Bobby, so we stuck with alliteration and did Superman for Scotty. He wanted blue, and I delivered. After brownie cake, he opened a bunch of presents. We went a little overboard because we had bought a few things in the U.S., and then we were so excited to have good quality toys much more readily available here in New Zealand, as opposed to Laos. He got some Lego City books for his reading level, a Minecraft book, some Legos, a Pokemon starter box, etc. It was too much. We even gave Bobby a present so he didn't freak out when Scott opened so many presents. We talked to Bobby ahead of time and said he had something to open if he was patient and kind while Scott opened his presents. We're such suckers. I think it was a fun day for Scott, even though he didn't have a party with lots of friends. Maybe when he turns 7 or 8, we'll aim a little higher as far as the "party" is concerned.
On the night before his birthday, Scott came into my room and said he couldn't sleep. He hadn't seen his dad all day and Matt had returned home by this point, and the other kids were sleeping, so we hung out with him for a little while and I held him like a baby. So strange that he's so old now.