BubTar celebrated his SIXTH birthday this weekend, although his real birthday is not until tomorrow. We opted for the park rather than Chuck E. Cheese and it could not have gone more smoothly. It was a perfect day and the kids were free to run and play and the adults actually were able to have conversations! Shocking!
The birthday boy got enough building toys to keep him to keep him busy for six months or so I thought, but he proved me wrong by building all SEVEN Bionicles within the first 24 hours of their arrival. It was like he wasn't even here yesterday outside of the fact that he arrived at the table for meals and periodically called for help with snapping in some of the more difficult pieces. He's still got 2 boxes of Indiana Jones Lego sets, one big tub of Lego pieces and various building plans, a big tub of K'Nex, and a junior Erector set. I think he's hit building set Nirvana. The funny thing is, he's really just discovered this love of building. He was always the type of kid who didn't enjoy toys at all. He had plenty, but none of them saw any action until KayTar came along. She's big into play. Just since Christmas he has discovered that building is something he can do and do well, which is why I think he enjoys it so much. He's a bit of a perfectionist, so sitting down with a formless pile of bricks and an instruction book sets him up for success and he just loves it. He could do it all day and on days like yesterday he does! He also got some clothes (yes, from BORING mom and dad), some really cool books (click on that last link, it is what Julie's little P's picked out for him and might be the coolest book EVER, we've all had fun with it) and a couple gift cards, too. It was an embarrassment of riches to say the least.
We also had family come in from out of town for the party and spend the weekend with us, which why I have been gone from the Blogosphere. Secret blogging and all that. After the party on Saturday, we came home, unloaded the car, let KayTar take a tiny nap (and wake up on the WRONG side of the couch), and went over to my parent's house for swimming and dinner. It was EXHAUSTING. And then at 11pm when I was taking my shower I remembered I had an English quiz due before midnight and I almost cried, because all I wanted to do was pull on my jammies and fall into bed. Sigh. But, I made a 90 so it's all good, I suppose. I think I would have gotten a 100 if my eyes weren't bleeding from being so tired. ;) And that's what I did
The birthday boy says since he already celebrated his sixth birthday, on Tuesday he'll be turning seven. Riiiiiight. Gotta love that logic, though.
PS: Thanks for all the supportive comments on the last post. I'm so nervous I almost want to puke every time I think about it, but it is important and exciting and all the support calms my poor little nervous tummy. So, thanks a million.