The boy is 10 now. It's hard to believe that it's been an entire decade since he was a screaming bundle of joy.
He's not much of a bundle any more, but the screaming and the joy have not subsided.
Question: What happens when you put eight boys between the ages of ages 6 and 11 in a game room?
Answer: You don't want to know. But from what I understand, it involves lots of flatulence... and fart jokes... and gas... you get the idea.
We let M1 have a birthday party this year. This is the first year he's really had a lot of friends right around his age (and a couple of siblings) that he wanted to invite to a party, and I couldn't very well tell him no. He picked a Plants Vs. Zombies theme, and he had a great time.
His friends rocked his world when it came to gifts. He scored everything from Pokemon cards to a fishing pole and tackle. After the party, we let a couple of the boys spend the night.
You can take the boys out of the party...
But you can't take the party out of the boys. I was rather impressed, though... they were all asleep by 10:30! Quietest. Sleepover. EVER.
I'm quite sure that when M2's birthday rolls around in a few months, that will not be the case. She's already been promised a mega-sleepover party and has already begun preparing her invitation list.
Back to the boy. The party was held the weekend before his birthday, and since Mama is a good old-fashioned slacker when it comes to getting gift bags and birthday-themed wrapping paper, he didn't have a single thing to unwrap on his birthday. No sirree. Instead, I made him go on a scavenger hunt. He thought it was great!
He scored new slippers, a book of banjo chords, a book of magic tricks and illusions, a cookbook (yes, he loves cookbooks and I found a series that shows every step with a photo... perfect for my boy!), new shelves for his room, and a digital camera.
Then M2 gave him the gift she'd gotten him:
He'd been jonesing for this particular ant farm for a while, and M2 knew it. She's a great sister.
Overall, he had a
I'm now officially the mom of a pre-teen. What an odd feeling. I'm theoretically more than halfway done raising this child. Someone slow time down, please!