The planets have aligned in some manner that has allowed me to bring you what will be an on-time and quite lengthy update on our goings on. It’s hard to believe we’ve been doing these blogs for so long, but it was hard to deny it when our big guy turned four on Sunday. Hard to believe, even though for some reason Christy kept thinking he was turning five.
The lead-in for these parties is usually a whirlwind of cleaning and prepping and making sure everything is just so. For their part, the children entertained us by donning some of their cool weather clothing.
They also continued what is becoming a running gag in our morning, noon, and night routine. I can’t remember when it began, but at some point we sang the “Me My Mo” song to them. When you do this with “Daddy”, the “F” refrain becomes “Banana Fanna Fo Fatty”. I decided to jut my lip out and pretend to be mortally wounded by this assessment of my weight, which made the children laugh hysterically. Now they sing it all the time. This is especially true for Owen, though he generally just manages “Daddy Daddy Bo Baddy”. I usually play along and act offended anyway.
Once we’d scrubbed every surface of our home and cleaned up all the toys, the big day arrived. The boys were clearly very excited about all the fun to come.
Thankfully we had a couple of helpers hanging around to make sure we had the time to get everything done.
Once we’d finished running our errands, it was time to put the final touches in place.
Once everyone arrived, it turned into a giant whirlwind of activity. No one seemed particularly interested in the hats (though we had some takers on the tiaras). Oh well, best laid plans and all that. It seemed everyone was pretty interested in beating a path to a very particular outdoor space.
You see, as seems to be a tradition around our house, Max decided to try and injure himself right before a major event. He wasn’t listening very well at school and tried to open a very heavy door, which immediately closed on his finger. By the time we picked him up, the swelling was bad enough to merit a trip to the local clinic. They took a few precautionary x-rays that turned up nothing, but suggested a splint for the following couple of days. Obviously, it didn’t slow Max down at all. Now, back to the photos!
Then we sent everyone home and settled in to play with all the presents.
The day after was a recovery day, which of course meant random silliness with the boys.
Max even got a chance to sit down with his new LeapPad. He was pretty excited about it, since he now has his own little version of an iPad. This caused him to tell me, “Daddy, now we’re iPad friends!”
We couldn’t let the grandparents get away without snapping a few family photos, and we luckily got some good ones.
The boys got a nice long nap and we sent Nan and Papa on their way, and we settled back in for a nice restful evening. We realized at some point that we forgot to get the traditional yearly photo of Owen on his birthday, but we figured better late than never.
Looking back through the archives, it would appear that we missed the last couple of years for Max. Still fun to look at the comparison to the first year.
We also took the opportunity to do a re-shoot of the candles (it was his real birthday on the 13th, after all).
Then we went out for an exciting dinner at Max’s favorite local pizza buffet/arcade. The boys had a great time, but the process of handling them at that place makes it pretty much impossible to get any photos. Max did manage to score a jackpot on one of the machines, though, so he walked away with a nice collection of prizes. We did manage to get one more photo, though, and it provides a nice bookend to last weekend’s painting activity.
That’ll do it for the photos (the rest of which you can see here), but my chronic lateness has filled me with such guilt that I have a bit more for you. Typically you’d have to wait weeks to see a post with time-appropriate videos, but this time I have a veritable cornucopia of moving pictures to serve up.
We begin with a little pre-birthday wishful thinking.
We’ll continue with a little during-birthday insanity.
Then of course a little post-birthday gift appreciation.
Then on to the creative use of resources.
Now we’ll show off something we’ve been doing all week when we think no one is listening.
I cannot urge you enough to turn down your speakers. When you think you have them low enough, turn it a bit more. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
To close it all out, I present to you something that I found hilarious, that Papa will find hilarious, and that other people will find alternately hilarious and crude. You’re welcome!
Another year down. Have to say it’s been a pretty good one. See you next week!