Happy birthday Patrick?

Bad enough being the third child, but to then have a birthday after a week of insane house buying and selling... Well, I did at least tell him it's his birthday as I debated just postponing it until next week. He has no expectations, so far so good. He hasn't even asked for presents which I had somehow bought by chance a few months ago (supposed to be incentives for potty training, hmm, did we forget that?). Now how will Anna react to her birthday being right when we move? I think those are two good bullet points for my Mother of the Year nomination for those of you still working on it.