It’s been nearly six years since we embarked on this whole child-rearing endeavor, and the little guy has now been with us for four of them. He’s turning into quite the character and, despite all the trouble he causes, we’re pretty happy to have him around. He had quite the birthday weekend (read: LONG POST AHEAD), so we’ll just dive right in and get this madness started.
As is becoming our annual ritual, we decided to take Owen out for a special birthday dinner (just the three of us). He was very happy to see us and excitedly proclaimed that he wanted to go to the same place we go about once a week.
It was an enjoyable lunch, followed by a return to school for nap time (which he handled without issue). After school we picked up the kids and steeled ourselves for the weekend ahead. Friday night is swim class night for Owen, but we had some free time before all that started so we decided to let them do a little shopping at the mall. They both got to pick out some books and scored some treats in the book store cafe. We had some dinner at the food court and predictably gave in to their demands to ride the carousel.
We went through the swim class and dinner routine and brought everyone home so we could get the boys to bed. We sent them upstairs with the instructions to put their books on their bookshelves and start getting ready for bathtime. Owen didn’t follow his instructions, and almost immediately after I rounded the corner to their bathroom I came running back downstairs to grab the camera.
I guess he just couldn’t wait to get started on his reading practice.
Saturday was the day of his birthday party and brought with it a number of concerns. Of course, most of those concerns weren’t actually about the party. Saturday is also soccer game day, and we were dreading a repeat of last week’s fiasco.
The game began, and by some strange alignment of the planets Owen actually got out on the field and played.
We spent a few minutes playing on the nearby playground, then shuffled the boys back to the house for a bit of rest before Max’s game.
Max’s imposing height makes him more of a defensive player, able to block much of what’s heading his way. He’s not much into offense yet, but we’ll see how it goes over the next few months.
Right after the game we had to rush home, give Max a quick shower, and load everything in the car so we could make it to the birthday party.
A quick safety lecture later, and everyone was rushed into the first room of bounce houses and slides.
One might foolishly believe that we were done, but there were still presents to be opened.
As everyone packed up to leave, Christy yelled at me to go grab the camera for one last shot.
The following morning I took everyone on a too-long trek to pick up donuts, which actually turned out well because we found ourselves at a new little park. The boys scarfed their food down immediately so they could go play.
We made sure everyone was nice and dizzy, then we piled back into the car and headed home. Nan and Papa went on their way and we settled in for a nice relaxing afternoon.
Yep. Owen and Mikey’s birthdays are really close to each other so they wound up having parties on the same weekend.
There are about a dozen more shots from that party, but this post has already turned into an epic three-book series so it’s time to whisk us away to our next destination. When the boys have a birthday we offer them the opportunity to pick a place for dinner. Owen chose as Max did last year.
At long last the weekend drew to a close. We had some dinner and put some very exhausted people to bed. I think the boys just fended for themselves. No idea, I was sleepy.
But there’s just one last thing before I go.
Nothing like boys playing together nicely.
Making my rounds to keep the kids happy.
Nan and Max
Spinning the morning away.
That’s it. I’m done. No more. Swear. Oh, right, the rest of the photos are here. See you next time!