
And I made the cake:

At Sage insistance we played "Pin the looker thingy on the Yellow Submarine":

He also wanted to lead a marching band (which he did with his friends around our yard) and a have a pinata. Erik and I tried to make him one the night before but a few hours before the party was to start it was still soggy, so we went out and bought this one:

And here he is blowing our his candles:

That night when I was getting him ready for bed, I noticed that he was practicing holding four fingers on his hand. He lifted one, then two, then three, and then slowly let the pinky go and stood there studying his four fingers. I said, "Hey Sage, How old are you now?" and he smiled and held up his hand and said, "Four!"