I have a very busy weekend…
Peanut got his glasses yesterday, and it was Speedy’s birthday (8!!!)
My best friend’s little girl has her 5th birthday party today. We should have LOTS of nice pictures 🙂
We are having Speedy’s family birthday party tonight.
We are having Speedy’s friend birthday party tomorrow.
(I’m grooming him much like myself, to enjoy a week-long birthday !! )
Yesterday, as I rushed around between respirology appointments, glasses pick-up and school pick-ups, I gave Peanut the computer and put Angry Birds on it for him to play.
He loves that silly game.
I rushed around, hearing him giggle and laugh, which made me smile – I was worried he wouldn’t like his new glasses and it would be a fight to get him to wear them.
Instead, when I came downstairs to see what was making him laugh so hard, I found this on my computer:
Guess he found Photo Booth.
Guess he’s ok with them.
And if this doesn’t make you laugh, you need help 🙂
It’s an oldie, but I’ve been going through some older pictures and trying out some different effects.
This is from my Peanut’s 6th birthday… that’s nearly 2 years ago.
They sure grow up fast don’t they?
My sweet Peanut,
Today you are 7.
6 was a big year for you.
6 saw you learn to swim without your water wings. It saw you gain the courage to try it on your own and not use them.
6 saw you ride away on your bicycle, smiling from ear to ear, shouting “take a picture Mom!!” over your shoulder. No training wheels, no sense of defeat when you fell, you just dusted yourself off, straightened your helmet, and got back on. Just the attitude I wanted you to have.
Your reading improved by leaps and bounds this past year. You were so proud of yourself for being able to sit and read a book, instead of simply recognizing words.
We moved to our new house while you were 6. You ‘helped’ pick it, sitting on my lap, looking through the online galleries. You spent precious moments telling me which room you wanted and where we should put the couch, the excitement written all over your face.
We moved from bath-time to showers, Megablocks to Lego, T-Ball to Baseball. I was excluded from the secret meetings with your brothers, and somewhere along the way, Disney movies became “baby movies”.
I’ve tried to be a good mom to you, Peanut.
I’ve tried to protect you from the things that might hurt you, without sheltering you from the things that would help you to develop and grow.
So when I told you the night before your birthday that I didn’t want you to have any more birthdays, it touched my hear when you wrapped your little boy arms around me and told me that you couldn’t be a grown up unless you keep having birthdays.
You. A grown up. I gasp for breath at the thought.
Today you are 7.
Happy Birthday Peanut.
Don’t grow up too fast. For my sake.