The Cutest Baby in the World turned 6 yesterday. Precious boy. I'm pretty wild over him. When I asked what he wanted to do for his big day, I was bracing myself for requests for a big party with lots of kids and clowns and ponies and fireworks. You know what he wanted? To play golf with Daddy on a "real" golf course. Awesome sauce.
We ended up spreading out the festivities over four days, starting with a manly morning out at Peachtree Golf Center and lunch at Chipotle on Friday while Elsbeth and I shopped for balloons and streamers.
Has anyone been there lately? Feels a little more ghetto than it did back when I went to Showbiz for parties as a kid. Maybe that's just because kids just don't pick up the ghetto vibe. No matter. Andrew was thrilled to wander through the chaos for a couple hours with his cup of tokens, hording the little tickets he won so he could purchase some Fun Dip and a really pathetic plastic whistle. He was happy. He was celebrated. I got to play a round of Skee Ball. Success.
I often think of friends when I'm doing something that would horrify them. I think of Julianne when I buy something with GMO's in it. I think of my Auntie when I'm swishing cloth diapers in the toilet. Rhianna when the Andrew plays Angry Birds on my iPod. Rachel when I ask Phil who I should vote for. Brea when I don't recycle something. So as I navigated the rows of blaring, blinking arcade games holding my son's cup of Mt. Dew (I thought he was getting Sprite!), I kept thinking of Ami McNay, wondering what sort of violence would have to be involved to get her into this place. She might take a bullet first.
I often think of friends when I'm doing something that would horrify them. I think of Julianne when I buy something with GMO's in it. I think of my Auntie when I'm swishing cloth diapers in the toilet. Rhianna when the Andrew plays Angry Birds on my iPod. Rachel when I ask Phil who I should vote for. Brea when I don't recycle something. So as I navigated the rows of blaring, blinking arcade games holding my son's cup of Mt. Dew (I thought he was getting Sprite!), I kept thinking of Ami McNay, wondering what sort of violence would have to be involved to get her into this place. She might take a bullet first.
Back to the topic at hand ... Sunday after church we all went out for pizza, and then spent the afternoon melting at the zoo. The kids have these little zoo passports they get stamped each month and they earn prizes, so this visit earned them very exciting orange t-shirts. My Nibblet was delighted! We happened upon the turtle yard just as two of them decided to get, um, very romantic. I was really glad we didn't get any questions about that.
Monday was the actual day, so we invited a few friends over to play and eat up the rest of the birthday cake. In a moment of insanity, I decided having a pinata would be a really fun idea. I settled on one of the evil pigs from the Angry Bird game (look away, Rhi!), because really, who wants to bash the guts out of a super hero?
The kids were really excited about it, and really it went pretty well when you consider I was giving a bunch of 2 to 6-year-olds a bat and telling them to smash a green paper pig as hard as they could. We only had one casualty, little Griswald* who got clipped by the (foam) bat. Moments later he also got stung by a bee, so we decided to move the party inside and put the bat away. I ended up taking the pinata to the top of the stairs and raining the goodies down upon the children waiting at the bottom.
Fun times for all! Poovey* was very adept at catching the lolly pops, and even better at getting them into his mouth before his mommy could cross the room.
Patrice* decided to go for the graham cracker and fruit snacks. My friends have such cute kids!
'Twas a good time with good friends ... I think by the end of it all, Andrew felt thoroughly celebrated.
We're so grateful for our precious boy! I love that he reads out recipes to me while I cook and still is completely fascinated by appliances. I love that his favorite birthday gift was an electronic snap circuits set and that he is so very excited about being in the 1st grade. I love that he has started shouting out "Michael George Alpharetta!" every time he jumps into the pool, and no one knows why. I love that his affections run deep for Iris, his favorite chicken and that he's decided sauteed tofu with ketchup is delicious. My favorite part of this summer has been watching him become dear friends with his litter sister. He'll beg me to let her stay up a little longer so they can finish the game they're playing and he desperately wants the two of them to share a room. He cried yesterday when Elsbeth got in trouble for hitting him and lost her pink toenail polish. The two of them have come up with all kinds of wacky games with great names like "Abambooz, " and "Ayait Ayait" and "Day!" and they continue to share a great love for Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
Happy birthday, Dear One!