"Please Mommy it would make me really happy and I would be your best friend."
- Amanda's way of asking me if she can have some of my breakfast, because her breakfast isn't good enough.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Kid Quote of the Day
Andy: I'm going to go get the iPad.
Me: Sigh. Don't you think you've played enough today?
Andy: What?
Me: If screen time killed you, you'd be dead.
Andy: I would have been dead a long, long time ago.
Me: Sigh. Don't you think you've played enough today?
Andy: What?
Me: If screen time killed you, you'd be dead.
Andy: I would have been dead a long, long time ago.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Kid Quote of the Day
"Sarah, if you don't play doctor with me I will kill you."
- Amanda. Doesn't sound very doctor-like, does it?
- Amanda. Doesn't sound very doctor-like, does it?
Spring Break
Every time I log in to blog I look at the last time I blogged and just sigh. Once a week is a pretty crappy schedule. I think about blogging a lot, but don't actually make it here to do it. I need to give myself some kind of incentive, like I do to the kids, to make sure I actually come here and write all the crazy things that are running through my head. You know, like you can't eat that Easter candy (yes, I've gone through three bags already) until you write your post. That might actually work.
It doesn't help that the days are flying past and we are already at spring break which means our downward spiral towards the last day of school is getting closer and closer. Yesterday was the kids first day of spring break and they don't go back until April 8th. Isn't that crazy? Two weeks and one day. I don't really get the extra day thing, but almost every break they've had this year except for Thanksgiving has started on the Friday before the actual break. I think they do that for the teachers because they still go for an inservice without the kids, but it seems kind of weird to me.
So normally I would totally be freaked out by a two week spring break with nothing to look forward to except lots of fighting and "Mom, what can I do?" asked over and over and over. These kids have about 4 million toys and every video game you can think of as well as hundreds of books and more art supplies than the school art teacher and yet they never know what to do with themselves. Unbelievable. What I'd like to do is just take a nap every afternoon and have someone fold and put away all the laundry, but I don't think they are going to do that for me.
The reason this spring break is different is because on Tuesday the Dodds from Orlando and the Gomezes from Miami (or Gomae and we like to call them) are coming to visit. These are two of the families that we go on vacation with every summer so we know how to just hang out and do nothing with them (assuming that we may do a little of that in the next week). But we also know to pack up our entire clan and go find something to do. They are staying for a week and I am so excited that they are coming. There will be shopping and eating and skiing and some imbibing after the children fall asleep and lots of silly goofy behavior. Something that I have missed a lot over the last nine months.
They stay until the following Tuesday and then on Wednesday (yes, the next day) the five of us are headed to Phoenix for some sun and swimming and relaxation. Since it is like nine degrees right now and snowed about seven inches today I could use some sun and relaxation. It did allow us another wonderful family day at home, but family day by a lazy river sounds a little bit nicer. We are also hoping to meet up with a few different friends who recently moved to Phoenix as well as see opening day of the Diamondbacks. Fun stuff!
In addition to that, I have finally finished planning all of our summer travel and for once I am really looking forward to summer with the kids. We are going to Dallas for a week so the kids can go to camp and we can catch up with some of our old friends, we are going to Michigan to see my parents and sister-in-law and the kids' cousins and then to Chicago to see my sister and brother and the rest of the cousins. Then to the Jersey shore to see some friends from college and finally to Destin to see the same people that are coming next week. Yay! It will be a lot of traveling but will be worth it to see a lot of people we love.
So I welcome spring break, although it doesn't seem so spring-like, and look forward to the last two months of school. Hopefully I will get back here more frequently so you can come along for the ride.
It doesn't help that the days are flying past and we are already at spring break which means our downward spiral towards the last day of school is getting closer and closer. Yesterday was the kids first day of spring break and they don't go back until April 8th. Isn't that crazy? Two weeks and one day. I don't really get the extra day thing, but almost every break they've had this year except for Thanksgiving has started on the Friday before the actual break. I think they do that for the teachers because they still go for an inservice without the kids, but it seems kind of weird to me.
So normally I would totally be freaked out by a two week spring break with nothing to look forward to except lots of fighting and "Mom, what can I do?" asked over and over and over. These kids have about 4 million toys and every video game you can think of as well as hundreds of books and more art supplies than the school art teacher and yet they never know what to do with themselves. Unbelievable. What I'd like to do is just take a nap every afternoon and have someone fold and put away all the laundry, but I don't think they are going to do that for me.
The reason this spring break is different is because on Tuesday the Dodds from Orlando and the Gomezes from Miami (or Gomae and we like to call them) are coming to visit. These are two of the families that we go on vacation with every summer so we know how to just hang out and do nothing with them (assuming that we may do a little of that in the next week). But we also know to pack up our entire clan and go find something to do. They are staying for a week and I am so excited that they are coming. There will be shopping and eating and skiing and some imbibing after the children fall asleep and lots of silly goofy behavior. Something that I have missed a lot over the last nine months.
They stay until the following Tuesday and then on Wednesday (yes, the next day) the five of us are headed to Phoenix for some sun and swimming and relaxation. Since it is like nine degrees right now and snowed about seven inches today I could use some sun and relaxation. It did allow us another wonderful family day at home, but family day by a lazy river sounds a little bit nicer. We are also hoping to meet up with a few different friends who recently moved to Phoenix as well as see opening day of the Diamondbacks. Fun stuff!
In addition to that, I have finally finished planning all of our summer travel and for once I am really looking forward to summer with the kids. We are going to Dallas for a week so the kids can go to camp and we can catch up with some of our old friends, we are going to Michigan to see my parents and sister-in-law and the kids' cousins and then to Chicago to see my sister and brother and the rest of the cousins. Then to the Jersey shore to see some friends from college and finally to Destin to see the same people that are coming next week. Yay! It will be a lot of traveling but will be worth it to see a lot of people we love.
So I welcome spring break, although it doesn't seem so spring-like, and look forward to the last two months of school. Hopefully I will get back here more frequently so you can come along for the ride.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Kid Quote of the Day
"Mommy, when you grow up then you will be a Daddy."
-Amanda, who is obsessed with getting bigger right now.
-Amanda, who is obsessed with getting bigger right now.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
I Want Books!
Last night was Andy's spring band concert. It was a joint concert with five elementary schools, the middle school and the high school. It was a fabulous way for the kids in the elementary school to see what they could become in just a few short years if they stuck with band, and also showed them the different bands they could participate in with performances from the high school jazz band and concert band and mention of the marching band. That's the positive part of the evening.
They concert was in the high school gym. I don't know if they don't have an auditorium, which they must because the school is enormous and has about 5,000 students, but I don't think everybody would have fit on the stage because the head director said there were over 300 band members performing. It didn't seem like that many, but there were a lot. So instead of sitting in a nice, dark, plushy seat auditorium, we sat in a bright, everybody can see what you are doing and how well you are paying attention, horrible acoustics gymnasium on wooden bleachers. The only think worse than wooden bleachers is metal bleachers.
Because it was such an enormous (as my friend, April from New Jersey, once told me "that means really, really big") concert, I wanted to get there early to make sure we got seats. We arrived 30 minutes before it started, which still wasn't early enough, but were able to secure seats that were actually facing the band instead of behind it. All that to say that after arriving early and then sitting through an hour and fifteen minute concert, I was in serious pain from those bleachers. Luckily even though the girls were up way past their bedtime, which I recently pushed back from going upstairs at 8ish to going upstairs no later than 7:30 (more about that in a different post if I ever get around to writing it), they were relatively well behaved.
In the end we got home after 8:30 and went straight upstairs to bed. I told the girls that because it was so late, as is the case every time we go to bed more than 30 minutes their bed time, they would not get any books. Amanda put up a huge fuss. She kept moaning and groaning "I want books" but I wasn't giving in. I've been way too easy on her lately and not standing firm when she whines because the kid just beats me down. But when it comes to bedtime and the rules surrounding it, I don't often give in and we run a tight ship. Okay, except for the long time period when I would sit with her when she fell asleep and was so mad at myself for doing it, but no more.
I kissed her goodnight and told her she would get books the next night and gave her another million kisses and hugs but would not read her any books. Seriously, I could have read her two or three books in the time it took me to tell her she wasn't getting any books, but again I had to stay strong. I finally left the room with her still moaning "I want books." Eventually she fell asleep.
I figured that was it, all is forgotten. Not so much. At 6:30 this morning I heard her calling out and went to see what was wrong with her. I walked into her room and the first thing that came out of her mouth was, you guessed it, "I want books". I just shook my head in amazement, covered her back up with her plethora of blankets and told her to go back to sleep.
And that, my friends, is one of my daily joys of living with a hard headed, redundant three-yr-old.
They concert was in the high school gym. I don't know if they don't have an auditorium, which they must because the school is enormous and has about 5,000 students, but I don't think everybody would have fit on the stage because the head director said there were over 300 band members performing. It didn't seem like that many, but there were a lot. So instead of sitting in a nice, dark, plushy seat auditorium, we sat in a bright, everybody can see what you are doing and how well you are paying attention, horrible acoustics gymnasium on wooden bleachers. The only think worse than wooden bleachers is metal bleachers.
Because it was such an enormous (as my friend, April from New Jersey, once told me "that means really, really big") concert, I wanted to get there early to make sure we got seats. We arrived 30 minutes before it started, which still wasn't early enough, but were able to secure seats that were actually facing the band instead of behind it. All that to say that after arriving early and then sitting through an hour and fifteen minute concert, I was in serious pain from those bleachers. Luckily even though the girls were up way past their bedtime, which I recently pushed back from going upstairs at 8ish to going upstairs no later than 7:30 (more about that in a different post if I ever get around to writing it), they were relatively well behaved.
In the end we got home after 8:30 and went straight upstairs to bed. I told the girls that because it was so late, as is the case every time we go to bed more than 30 minutes their bed time, they would not get any books. Amanda put up a huge fuss. She kept moaning and groaning "I want books" but I wasn't giving in. I've been way too easy on her lately and not standing firm when she whines because the kid just beats me down. But when it comes to bedtime and the rules surrounding it, I don't often give in and we run a tight ship. Okay, except for the long time period when I would sit with her when she fell asleep and was so mad at myself for doing it, but no more.
I kissed her goodnight and told her she would get books the next night and gave her another million kisses and hugs but would not read her any books. Seriously, I could have read her two or three books in the time it took me to tell her she wasn't getting any books, but again I had to stay strong. I finally left the room with her still moaning "I want books." Eventually she fell asleep.
I figured that was it, all is forgotten. Not so much. At 6:30 this morning I heard her calling out and went to see what was wrong with her. I walked into her room and the first thing that came out of her mouth was, you guessed it, "I want books". I just shook my head in amazement, covered her back up with her plethora of blankets and told her to go back to sleep.
And that, my friends, is one of my daily joys of living with a hard headed, redundant three-yr-old.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Kid Quote of the Day
Amanda: I want to go the park!
Me: I don't take little girls who disobey to the park.
Amanda: I'm not a baby!
Me: I didn't say baby, I said disobey.
Amanda: I'm not a dis-o-baby!
Me: I don't take little girls who disobey to the park.
Amanda: I'm not a baby!
Me: I didn't say baby, I said disobey.
Amanda: I'm not a dis-o-baby!
What Do You Call It?
The terrible twos are a misnomer. None of my kids were terrible at two. They were go with the flow, they didn't talk back, they were relatively easy-going - as easy-going as a toddler can be. I'm probably remembering this all wrong, I should go back and look at old posts, but that's how it feels. The threes are a totally different story.
The first few months of three were pretty good, but I knew it wasn't going to last and it hasn't. Amanda is in full-on three mode and I do not have the energy for it. Whenever anybody does anything she doesn't like, she yells. Loudly. She cries, she whines and boy is she ever stubborn. I am stubborn and Charlie is stubborn so we make a great mix. Charlie is better at getting her to back off her crazy and do what we need or want her to do, but I am still working on that skill. I will probably never have it.
This morning I woke to the sound of Sarah and Amanda yelling at each other because Sarah wanted the blinds up and Amanda wanted them down. Yelling, yelling, yelling. We used to yell a lot when I was growing up, I don't know how my parents could stand it. It took me awhile but I finally broke the habit of being a loud person and moved more towards the quiet side, but it's really hard to stay quiet in this house.
I remember when Andy was about Sarah's age and Sarah was Amanda's age and he just couldn't understand why she did the things she did and didn't have his level of understanding. It's like deja vu, we're doing it again. I'm constantly telling Sarah the reason that Amanda does things or doesn't do things or doesn't understand is because she's three. No matter how many times I tell her that, she still doesn't get it. These kids do not understand why their younger sibling, who can talk and interact and seem to know how to do everything, doesn't think the same way they do.
So Andy fights with Sarah, Sarah fights with Amanda, Andy fights with Amanda, and the biggest loser of all is me. I spent most of this week with Amanda who has gotten a double whammy butt kicking of daylight saving time change and horrible allergies related to the crazy weather changes we are having here which makes her impossible to deal with. She won't eat breakfast because she doesn't like anything we have to eat, she wants a barrette in her hair but not a brown one (which is the only color I can find in the house or in any store) because she doesn't like brown, she wants to wear clothes that don't match and shoes that are too small and she doesn't want to go to school because she just wants to be with me all day. Presumably so that she can fight with me continually until I break down and shut her up with candy. She really thinks that will work.
On top of that the bulb in our t.v. went out on Tuesday so she can't even rest and veg on the couch in front of the t.v. because it doesn't work. I know, first world problems.
So, I don't know the fancy rhyming term they give to three year olds that turn your household upside down, but I know we're there in full force. I'm hoping four will be better, but if I remember correctly four is just a lot more whining. Like incessant whining to a point that you think they don't know how to talk normally anymore. I can do it, I can make it to that, if I can just get through this week which for no reason whatsoever seemed like the longest week ever.
The first few months of three were pretty good, but I knew it wasn't going to last and it hasn't. Amanda is in full-on three mode and I do not have the energy for it. Whenever anybody does anything she doesn't like, she yells. Loudly. She cries, she whines and boy is she ever stubborn. I am stubborn and Charlie is stubborn so we make a great mix. Charlie is better at getting her to back off her crazy and do what we need or want her to do, but I am still working on that skill. I will probably never have it.
This morning I woke to the sound of Sarah and Amanda yelling at each other because Sarah wanted the blinds up and Amanda wanted them down. Yelling, yelling, yelling. We used to yell a lot when I was growing up, I don't know how my parents could stand it. It took me awhile but I finally broke the habit of being a loud person and moved more towards the quiet side, but it's really hard to stay quiet in this house.
I remember when Andy was about Sarah's age and Sarah was Amanda's age and he just couldn't understand why she did the things she did and didn't have his level of understanding. It's like deja vu, we're doing it again. I'm constantly telling Sarah the reason that Amanda does things or doesn't do things or doesn't understand is because she's three. No matter how many times I tell her that, she still doesn't get it. These kids do not understand why their younger sibling, who can talk and interact and seem to know how to do everything, doesn't think the same way they do.
So Andy fights with Sarah, Sarah fights with Amanda, Andy fights with Amanda, and the biggest loser of all is me. I spent most of this week with Amanda who has gotten a double whammy butt kicking of daylight saving time change and horrible allergies related to the crazy weather changes we are having here which makes her impossible to deal with. She won't eat breakfast because she doesn't like anything we have to eat, she wants a barrette in her hair but not a brown one (which is the only color I can find in the house or in any store) because she doesn't like brown, she wants to wear clothes that don't match and shoes that are too small and she doesn't want to go to school because she just wants to be with me all day. Presumably so that she can fight with me continually until I break down and shut her up with candy. She really thinks that will work.
On top of that the bulb in our t.v. went out on Tuesday so she can't even rest and veg on the couch in front of the t.v. because it doesn't work. I know, first world problems.
So, I don't know the fancy rhyming term they give to three year olds that turn your household upside down, but I know we're there in full force. I'm hoping four will be better, but if I remember correctly four is just a lot more whining. Like incessant whining to a point that you think they don't know how to talk normally anymore. I can do it, I can make it to that, if I can just get through this week which for no reason whatsoever seemed like the longest week ever.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
The Challenge
In early November Andy and I went to a meeting about joining a Destination Imagination team. Honestly, I don't know all the details, but the basic gist is that the kids form teams in certain age groups consisting of 2-7 kids and they choose a challenge they would like to complete from a list of about seven. The challenges are all different and appeal to different academic and creative strengths. There are several rules that go along with Destination Imagination, but the biggest one is that the kids have to do everything themselves. There are parent coaches that guide the kids and help them think about different ways to do things, but in the end the kids have to do every part of it and the parents can't help.
Soon after the meeting his team was formed and they started practicing once a week. They decided to do the "structural" challenge so had to put a plan together of what they were going to build, how they were going to build it, what materials they were going to use and so forth. They also had to put a skit together and practice Instant Challenges, which are two random short challenges that they have to do between their skit and structure presentation where they are given a whole bunch of random things then they have to create something from in just a few minutes. Kind of like that part in the movie "Apollo" when the people at NASA have to find a way to put a circle into a square hole with only the pieces that are available on the spaceship.
The idea behind it is awesome, but the time commitment is huge. Okay, not so. They practiced once a week for a few months and that was no big deal. The time commitment the last two weeks leading up to the competition is huge. For the past two weeks those kids practiced almost every night and this last week Charlie, who is an assistant coach, practiced instant challenges with them every morning before school. Which meant the whole family was involved by eating early so Andy could go to practice, getting Andy to and from practice and finding all the crazy items needed to practice instant challenges. Every night as Charlie was planning for the next morning it was "do we have any pipe cleaners and where are they?", "do we have any paper plates and where do we keep them?", "where are the ping pong balls?", "do we have any brown paper bags?", etc.
Everything came down the the final competition on Saturday and then a snow storm was predicted and they cancelled (or postponed) it. All that work and they didn't even get to complete. That was disappointing and not knowing when they are going to reschedule is a little unsettling, but the good thing is that we now had an entire weekend with no plans and a lot of snow coming down outside.
So, we had a nice pancake breakfast, which we do most Saturday mornings, and then decided on a family game of Monopoly. Of course we had to set a no crying rule before we started (mostly for Sarah), but with a lot of help from Charlie it wasn't an issue anyway because Sarah kicked everybody's butt big time. After our game Charlie went outside with the kids to shovel and build a snowman and then when they came in we all snuggled down in the basement and watched a movie. This morning we took the girls to swim class and on the way home noticed a bunch of people sledding at the high school down the street from our house so we went home and changed and then took the kids sledding. Then we went out to lunch and took the kids to play at the gym.
By the end of the day the kids were sick of each other which designated to us that we had a very good family weekend. A lot of work all week to get to this point, but in the end it was worth it because I know the kids aren't going to forget Monopoly, snowman building and sledding anytime soon.
Soon after the meeting his team was formed and they started practicing once a week. They decided to do the "structural" challenge so had to put a plan together of what they were going to build, how they were going to build it, what materials they were going to use and so forth. They also had to put a skit together and practice Instant Challenges, which are two random short challenges that they have to do between their skit and structure presentation where they are given a whole bunch of random things then they have to create something from in just a few minutes. Kind of like that part in the movie "Apollo" when the people at NASA have to find a way to put a circle into a square hole with only the pieces that are available on the spaceship.
The idea behind it is awesome, but the time commitment is huge. Okay, not so. They practiced once a week for a few months and that was no big deal. The time commitment the last two weeks leading up to the competition is huge. For the past two weeks those kids practiced almost every night and this last week Charlie, who is an assistant coach, practiced instant challenges with them every morning before school. Which meant the whole family was involved by eating early so Andy could go to practice, getting Andy to and from practice and finding all the crazy items needed to practice instant challenges. Every night as Charlie was planning for the next morning it was "do we have any pipe cleaners and where are they?", "do we have any paper plates and where do we keep them?", "where are the ping pong balls?", "do we have any brown paper bags?", etc.
Everything came down the the final competition on Saturday and then a snow storm was predicted and they cancelled (or postponed) it. All that work and they didn't even get to complete. That was disappointing and not knowing when they are going to reschedule is a little unsettling, but the good thing is that we now had an entire weekend with no plans and a lot of snow coming down outside.
So, we had a nice pancake breakfast, which we do most Saturday mornings, and then decided on a family game of Monopoly. Of course we had to set a no crying rule before we started (mostly for Sarah), but with a lot of help from Charlie it wasn't an issue anyway because Sarah kicked everybody's butt big time. After our game Charlie went outside with the kids to shovel and build a snowman and then when they came in we all snuggled down in the basement and watched a movie. This morning we took the girls to swim class and on the way home noticed a bunch of people sledding at the high school down the street from our house so we went home and changed and then took the kids sledding. Then we went out to lunch and took the kids to play at the gym.
By the end of the day the kids were sick of each other which designated to us that we had a very good family weekend. A lot of work all week to get to this point, but in the end it was worth it because I know the kids aren't going to forget Monopoly, snowman building and sledding anytime soon.
Monday, March 4, 2013
The Big 1-0
Last week was Andy's 10th birthday. It was a huge deal to him. I don't remember 10 being that big of a deal, but honestly my brain is fried and I don't remember that much from my childhood. Well, I remember stuff, just not whether or not I thought being 10 was a big deal. But for Andy, big deal. In fact, he told me he was a tween now. I'm not so sure of that, but whatever, I don't care that much and I don't want to burst his bubble.
Anyway, part of the reason the entire family went with me on my 1/2 marathon trip was because it was Andy's birthday. I didn't really think it would be fair if I was in Disney World the day before Andy's birthday and when we asked him what he wanted for his birthday he said a trip to Universal. So we just did it all at once.
The day before his birthday we went to Animal Kingdom. I told him to get a birthday pin, the ones they hand out for free at the parks that say "It's My Birthday" and a space to write your name underneath, but he wasn't excited about it. Then I told him about how we went to Disney on my birthday a couple of years ago and I got one and EVERYBODY who works at Disney tells you "Happy Birthday". It's nuts. That kind of got him excited so he decided he was willing to wear one. It was amazing how many people wished him happy birthday. When we were watching the parade at least four people in the parade told him happy birthday. The kid had a giant smile on all day.
On his actual birthday I took him to Universal while Charlie took the girls to the Magic Kingdom, which to Andy was the best gift of all. A day with Mom (or Dad would have been cool too) without his sisters. We basically did everything he wanted to do all day, except that after a few rides I realized that I wasn't young and carefree anymore and I couldn't handle roller coasters. So he still got to ride what he wanted, I just stood in line with him, watched him get on, and then was there when he got off. When I was a kid I never understood why my mom would come to the amusement parks with us and never ride. She would always wait by the exit with a book. Now I get it.
The day after his birthday we all went to the Magic Kingdom and he wore his button again. The birthday magic returned. We were even sitting in a Belle "show" and she stopped talking to everyone, wished Andy happy birthday and then talked to him for a few moments in front of everybody before continuing her performance. It was pretty awesome.
All in all, I think the kid had a great, memorable 10th birthday. As it should be, even though I don't remember mine and I turned out okay. Next weekend he's having a very small party and inviting two kids to spend the night and have a video game bonanza, a movie and possibly a hockey game if I can get everything planned on time.
Happy Birthday kiddo!
Anyway, part of the reason the entire family went with me on my 1/2 marathon trip was because it was Andy's birthday. I didn't really think it would be fair if I was in Disney World the day before Andy's birthday and when we asked him what he wanted for his birthday he said a trip to Universal. So we just did it all at once.
The day before his birthday we went to Animal Kingdom. I told him to get a birthday pin, the ones they hand out for free at the parks that say "It's My Birthday" and a space to write your name underneath, but he wasn't excited about it. Then I told him about how we went to Disney on my birthday a couple of years ago and I got one and EVERYBODY who works at Disney tells you "Happy Birthday". It's nuts. That kind of got him excited so he decided he was willing to wear one. It was amazing how many people wished him happy birthday. When we were watching the parade at least four people in the parade told him happy birthday. The kid had a giant smile on all day.
On his actual birthday I took him to Universal while Charlie took the girls to the Magic Kingdom, which to Andy was the best gift of all. A day with Mom (or Dad would have been cool too) without his sisters. We basically did everything he wanted to do all day, except that after a few rides I realized that I wasn't young and carefree anymore and I couldn't handle roller coasters. So he still got to ride what he wanted, I just stood in line with him, watched him get on, and then was there when he got off. When I was a kid I never understood why my mom would come to the amusement parks with us and never ride. She would always wait by the exit with a book. Now I get it.
The day after his birthday we all went to the Magic Kingdom and he wore his button again. The birthday magic returned. We were even sitting in a Belle "show" and she stopped talking to everyone, wished Andy happy birthday and then talked to him for a few moments in front of everybody before continuing her performance. It was pretty awesome.
All in all, I think the kid had a great, memorable 10th birthday. As it should be, even though I don't remember mine and I turned out okay. Next weekend he's having a very small party and inviting two kids to spend the night and have a video game bonanza, a movie and possibly a hockey game if I can get everything planned on time.
Happy Birthday kiddo!
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