Red as a soft cherry.
Orange as a juicy mango.
Yellow as a sour lemon.
Green as a crunchy grape.
Blue as the wide ocean.
Purple as the color of my tent.
Jack
First Grade birthday party
Jack asked to have some of his classmates over to celebrate his 7th birthday. I didn't know it was to be a Mario costume birthday party until the guests began to arrive and Jack began BEGGING to wear his Mario costume. Then of course, the boys sat around and played Mario brothers games.
A 7th birthday cake any birthday boy could envy made by John Owen himself. Good job, daddy-o!
Everyboy loves cake!
Before I left for NY, I told John he was in charge of Jack's birthday party because I simply couldn't take on one more project. He did such a great job that I have handed birthday party planning over to him. (I did say I may have a few ideas to throw his way, but I'm not going to plan the things. This leaves me free to mingle and take pictures: my favorite part!!!
A 7th birthday cake any birthday boy could envy made by John Owen himself. Good job, daddy-o!
Everyboy loves cake!
Before I left for NY, I told John he was in charge of Jack's birthday party because I simply couldn't take on one more project. He did such a great job that I have handed birthday party planning over to him. (I did say I may have a few ideas to throw his way, but I'm not going to plan the things. This leaves me free to mingle and take pictures: my favorite part!!!
Seven. Did you say Jack just turned SEVEN?
Melanie & Mark brought the gang down to have a little impromptu birthday dinner for our strapping 7 year old.
John and Wyatt joined in the fun with chocolate fudge cake.
She may not look it, but Mel nearly had her eye put out by that fork Jack was waving around like a crazy kid.
My clever sister made this wrapping paper by using red paper, then printing out Mario & Luigi characters on the computer. She carefully cut them out and glued them onto the packages. I have never seen Jack open presents so carefully. He DID NOT want to risk tearing Mario or Luigi. We still have these bits of paper fully intact at the house.
Noah did not want to go home and so did not want to be in another picture either. I had to trick him by asking for sad face pictures.
Rock Star faces, kids! (Wy has a fantastic Rock Star face/pose, don't you think?)
John and Wyatt joined in the fun with chocolate fudge cake.
She may not look it, but Mel nearly had her eye put out by that fork Jack was waving around like a crazy kid.
My clever sister made this wrapping paper by using red paper, then printing out Mario & Luigi characters on the computer. She carefully cut them out and glued them onto the packages. I have never seen Jack open presents so carefully. He DID NOT want to risk tearing Mario or Luigi. We still have these bits of paper fully intact at the house.
Noah did not want to go home and so did not want to be in another picture either. I had to trick him by asking for sad face pictures.
Rock Star faces, kids! (Wy has a fantastic Rock Star face/pose, don't you think?)
O-Ver-Due!
So what have we been up to since January?
We have registered Wyatt for Kindergarten. WHAT? I said Kindergarten. He turns 5 in May and heads off with the big kids come August.
Jack has been continuing his piano lessons and is staying active in the Cub Scouts. The boys started soccer practice while I was in NY. And yes that means Wyatt is now playing soccer.
When the games are over, the parents form a tunnel and the kids all run through like champions whether they win or lose. (The kids seem to enjoy the tunnel run more than the game.) I caught Wy just as he was entering the tunnel for his very first tunnel run.
We aren't sure if he is going to continue to play soccer or not. At his first game the coach put him in, Wy burst onto the field with plenty of energy. He grabbed up two fist fulls of grass and threw them to the sky. He looked up and saw the beauteous splendour of the heavens and laid down on the field - legs spread wide and hands behind his head. Another little boy thought this was a good idea and joined Wyatt. They lay there with me yelling for them to get up as a herd of boys hurtled down the field toward them. Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Jack and I joined the Cub Scouts for the annual Lakeside Nature Center clean up. Jack was "tired" from the start. His legs were tired. His hands were tired. He had no energy to pick up trash. He did though have enough interest, I mean energy to ask to be the fella who stood by the side of the road with the hazard sign warning drivers to be watchful of the volunteers. He could not understand WHY I refused to let him be the dude holding the sign.
I came away with a large inflamed swipe of impetigo across my face due to poison something along the wilds of 63rd Street near Swope Park. Thank you, Kansas City!
We have registered Wyatt for Kindergarten. WHAT? I said Kindergarten. He turns 5 in May and heads off with the big kids come August.
Jack has been continuing his piano lessons and is staying active in the Cub Scouts. The boys started soccer practice while I was in NY. And yes that means Wyatt is now playing soccer.
When the games are over, the parents form a tunnel and the kids all run through like champions whether they win or lose. (The kids seem to enjoy the tunnel run more than the game.) I caught Wy just as he was entering the tunnel for his very first tunnel run.
We aren't sure if he is going to continue to play soccer or not. At his first game the coach put him in, Wy burst onto the field with plenty of energy. He grabbed up two fist fulls of grass and threw them to the sky. He looked up and saw the beauteous splendour of the heavens and laid down on the field - legs spread wide and hands behind his head. Another little boy thought this was a good idea and joined Wyatt. They lay there with me yelling for them to get up as a herd of boys hurtled down the field toward them. Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Jack and I joined the Cub Scouts for the annual Lakeside Nature Center clean up. Jack was "tired" from the start. His legs were tired. His hands were tired. He had no energy to pick up trash. He did though have enough interest, I mean energy to ask to be the fella who stood by the side of the road with the hazard sign warning drivers to be watchful of the volunteers. He could not understand WHY I refused to let him be the dude holding the sign.
I came away with a large inflamed swipe of impetigo across my face due to poison something along the wilds of 63rd Street near Swope Park. Thank you, Kansas City!
