The many parties of Aden
Last year he got a weekend, and then this year's Aden-centric birthday festivities stretched over eight days. And every single last one of those days, Aden proclaimed, "Well, it's my birthday so I'm the boss."
We begin with the friend bash, complete with a front-yard blanket full of Legos for free building and a front-porch boombox blaring Kidz Bop. Dude knows what he likes, and he and his friends had enough fun that we had to bribe them to eat dinner, open presents, and have dessert.
It was all Legos. Dude's friends know what he likes too.
Major, major Mama failure. The candles wouldn't light, no matter how hard we tried. In my fluster over the candles, we didn't even sing "Happy Birthday". Epic fail.
The blow was cushioned by having Aden's friends' families all there. We have grown so close, and sat out until waaaay past dark catching up and planning our next get-together.
Aden's actual birthday was on Wednesday, a day I had to work in town and the day of his last baseball game. So the big gifts from Dad and Mama were opened well past bedtime by a newly-seven-year-old covered in dirt and sweat. Which didn't seem to bother him at all.
Finally, the family gathering. Cookout, presents, and ice cream. No cake at this one, so poor Aden didn't blow out a single candle or get sung to at all upon turning seven. Maybe we'll do those things twice next year.
Silly Poppop, you and your faces!
Basketball game with the grandpas, who whipped up on Trey...
...while Aden closed himself off to build.
Just for a little while, though. Poor Trey needed help.
Can just barely see Giga and Nana on the porch. They may have done more heckling than cheering.
Such great times celebrating our Aden.
We begin with the friend bash, complete with a front-yard blanket full of Legos for free building and a front-porch boombox blaring Kidz Bop. Dude knows what he likes, and he and his friends had enough fun that we had to bribe them to eat dinner, open presents, and have dessert.
It was all Legos. Dude's friends know what he likes too.
Major, major Mama failure. The candles wouldn't light, no matter how hard we tried. In my fluster over the candles, we didn't even sing "Happy Birthday". Epic fail.
The blow was cushioned by having Aden's friends' families all there. We have grown so close, and sat out until waaaay past dark catching up and planning our next get-together.
Aden's actual birthday was on Wednesday, a day I had to work in town and the day of his last baseball game. So the big gifts from Dad and Mama were opened well past bedtime by a newly-seven-year-old covered in dirt and sweat. Which didn't seem to bother him at all.
Finally, the family gathering. Cookout, presents, and ice cream. No cake at this one, so poor Aden didn't blow out a single candle or get sung to at all upon turning seven. Maybe we'll do those things twice next year.
...while Aden closed himself off to build.
Just for a little while, though. Poor Trey needed help.
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