I feel bad that it's taken me this long to post about Bella's birthday. Things have been really busy around here with all the end of school activities for 4 kids in 4 schools.
Bella's birthday was on a Tuesday - a day of tests and school, so she chose to celebrate on the prior Saturday instead. We sang and opened presents. She requested that she not have her cake until her actual birthday, but have pancakes with her candles instead. They had to be "white, fluffy, IHOP worthy" pancakes, not the whole wheat ones I always make. I delivered.
Bella requested about $600 worth of gifts (!!!!) and so, needless to say, I had to say no to a lot of things, but she was a good sport about it and still showed a lot of gratitude for what she received. Can't blame her. You don't get what you don't ask for, so shoot for the stars, right? She got a new saxophone case with backpack straps so it'll be easier to carry at band camp, a new music stand, the newest Zelda video game, a new pro controller for the switch, pants, socks, snacks, and a sushi bazooka - a tool for making a perfectly round sushi roll. Bella is the queen of making sushi. She makes a California roll as good as any professional sushi chef.
Of course, for lunch, she wanted to go eat sushi. She got to order whatever she wanted and the tempura was the big winner, in addition to a sampling of other things.
Peter loved it too, but he had eaten too recently prior and so he mostly just caused us trouble and disrupted a lot rather than ate.
That evening we ate at home and relaxed. A very chill day over all but Bella said that's how she wanted it. Her real party will be a trip with friends to Cedar Point, a local amusement park, later in the month. That should be a lot of fun.
Other than Bella's birthday, we've mostly just been doing the usual - sports, jobs, music, school, church. One night was fun when Benjamin and Christian had a joint concert with both of their schools in one location. That was fun to watch. Benjamin performed with both the wind ensemble and the marching band.
It's a recruitment night for the younger grades - come play with us and see how cool we are compared to you. Join us and you can be cool like us one day. It works every time. Christian can't wait until he's in high school.
Christian has become really interested in football. He asks me to play with him every single day. I'm really terrible at it but I enjoy spending time with him because I see how close I am to the day when he'll never ask me to play again. His throws get better all the time, that handsome boy.
A couple funny Peter-isms to close:
We were cleaning up the basement and I needed to take a new roll of toilet paper from the storage room to the bathroom, so I asked Peter to do it. I said, "Please put this in the cupboard above the toilet." You can see here the cupboard I meant. The picture shows the toilet open, but to clarify, that's because of what happens later in the story. In reality, when he came into the bathroom, the toilet was closed and three different things - lotion, wipes, etc. were on top of it.
He was happy to help and excitedly ran upstairs, coming back down a while later, saying with confidence, "I put it in the cupboard above the toilet." Perfect....I thought. Later I used that toilet and as I went to flush, I felt a great deal of resistance as I tried to push down the flush handle. I thought it was weird but didn't investigate until the toilet wouldn't stop flushing about 15 minutes later. I opened the back to find this:
This was apparently what Peter understood by the phrase, "cupboard above the toilet." He had actually removed the wipes, lotion, etc. and then removed the heavy porcelain cover on top of the toilet, placed the toilet paper in there, and replaced the cover and all the items, just as they were. I couldn't help but be proud of the little guy for his hard work and determination. Sad to lose a whole new roll of tp, but I have to admit I was a proud mom anyway.
I have been teaching Peter a little piano out of the kids' beginner book. He doesn't have the finger strength or hand-span or attention span to really learn, but he loves to play and I think he also loves to feel grown up enough to have lessons. Since I've been doing that, I'll often find him at the piano alone, having gotten the beginner book out, reviewing the songs. So cute. I just love this little guy.
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