Spring Time = Birthday Time

Jack turned 6 this week. It is crazy for me to think that it has been six years since this little man came into our lives. It is also crazy to think that in those six years we have added 2 more boys to our family.  I still remember getting ready to go to the hospital to have Jack and thinking, "Nope, I changed my mind, I don't want to do this." Not the baby, but the actual labor/delivery. Scared out of my mind.  But 8 hours later, Jack was born and I was thrilled. Thrilled that he was a boy, and that he was born on March 27th, the same day as his Great-Uncle Jack.  It was the best Easter ever. Except that I did miss my ham and scalloped potatoes. Oh well.

If you recall, birthdays have been tough for Jack. When he turned 4, I was sure I had a great day planned for him. But it wasn't so, by the time we got to his birthday dinner we were hardly on speaking terms.  Then last year his birthday was on Saturday and we spent all day getting ready for his family party. Forcing him into his clothes was a very traumatic experience and set him up for a very unhappy birthday party. Remember this, he spent the whole time under my chair.

This year he asked for 2 girls from school to come home for his birthday lunch. I was a little worried about the dynamics of the 2 girls and 2 boys, but they were great. Aside from the absolute crazy, excited running around yelling, all was good. Then on his actual birthday we spent time as a family of 5. No big party, no set agenda, just time to be together with Jack.

He said this was "The best day ever".  Makes my heart melt.

 Jack, Grace, & Eleanor

 So scary

 His presents: a mouse and a grabber. 

Perfect.

 Jack's birthday breakfast: Monkey Bread

 His morning present: a fleece

Soft like his blanket, but unlike his blanket, he can wear it!

 Um, no kiss please.

 Boom Noodle for calamari and soup

 Chocolate-chocolate cupcakes, some with vanilla frosting because mom hates chocolate

 Micah defending Jack while he opens his presents.

Must keep the baby away.

The brownie says it all.