my oldest turned 7 this weekend. crazy. my husband and i recounted to him the story of his birth...a pretty quick story, actually, but one that he loved to hear. especially in light of the fact that he has a(nother) little brother coming into the world in 20 weeks, give or take.
he requested a "spider" themed party. we haven't ever given him a party before, except those that involve family. this was indeed new territory for me, and was a tad bit frightening!!
i waited too long to place my order from oriental trading company for all things buggy. silly me. i thought i would be able to find spiders and such at the local hobby lobby, but it was full of christmas stuff, not spooky, creepy crawly things :)
note to self: start encouraging alternate themes for birthday celebrations early on!
we had 8 children total, 7 boys and one girl! bless her heart! she jumped right into the creepy crawly stuff!!
we started the time doing bug sun catchers. the paint tubes were a big plus so we wouldn't have to deal with paintbrushes.
then we read a really gross bug book, which the boys all laughed hysterically at and the moms all wrinkled their noses at. (sorry, moms! he asked for it, how could i say no?)
BUGS! by David T Greenberg, scholastic inc.
then we made I Spy bug bottles using small empty G2 bottles, plastic bugs from OTC, and rice.
we had our green spider cake with licorice legs and then spent a LOT of time outdoors running off the sugar!
i think, all in all, it went off pretty well for my first attempt! no one was injured (that i know of) and very few tears were shed. except by me, of course, as i always cry on my babies birthdays! how dare they get any older???
i am horrible at writing thank you notes. i struggle with small talk. i am a full time wife, full time mommy and a full time ER nurse. i am homeschooling our children, but am guilty because i cannot give it my all. i panic if my husband is late getting home and start to imagine the worst. i fear losing one of my children in a crowd, and so i avoid going out. i love the way our trees look when they are frosted with an early morning snow. i love my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. but you can't always tell that from the way i live. i am a work in progress.
aka, the husband, munchkin, dear, honey, hey you! we have been married for 11 years. we met while i was in the military and then i got out so they wouldn't send me to korea without him! love of my life. although i don't tell him nearly enough!! without him, i would be, well, alone and sad.
tic-tac is my oldest. an 8 year old little boy who has many talents but feels like things have to be perfect all the time. it is so hard to watch him struggle through failures. he loves to make symmetrical drawings and lego creations. he is fanatic about star wars...episode 6 is his favorite.
when did this little one become a young boy? he is now 6 and still as goofy as ever. he has a stubborn streak about 5 miles wide. but God is softening him. sometimes his heart leaks out as we watch him help his sister, or tickle his little brother. he would deny it faster than a monkey could peel a banana. because he wants to be the tough guy. the hero. he cries at sad endings, like Charlotte's Web and refuses to ever listen to them again. he brings me pictures of flowers when my voice seems to be at LOUD all day long and he know i am having a bad day. he hugs me fiercely if no one is around. and he sleeps with his Bible under his pillow... just in case he needs it.
no longer a baby, but still very much the princess, at years old she has as much energy as bonobo, but is way smarter than both boys put together. she will be able to calculate exactly how deep she can get into trouble before blaming it on her brothers! she has 1,001 looks already...most of them flirtatious! oh, she will contribute to my gray hairs. i wonder if i should take the cost of coloring my hair out of her allowance. when she is old enough for allowance, of course.
the moose is n.a.u.g.h.t.y very! and he giggles about it right after he looks at me to make sure i see what he is doing. he is into everything! including garbage and toilet bowls. he is also very quiet about getting into stuff, so i cannot turn my back on him for a second! everything is gated, locked or put out of reach. he still bubbles with laughter, unless he isn't getting what he wants. then he stands on one foot and stomps the other repeatedly while bugling at the top of his lungs. 7 teeth, table food and a love of breastmilk keep him going :) naps are secondary!