Owen's party was on a Sunday a few days before his actual birthday. Here are some highlights from the big day.
So apparently we eat breakfast in the dark. It is super early. Donut + candle. Done and done.
Aaaaand more donuts. Its sort of a thing to bring a treat to lunch for the birthday child's classmates and these kiddos today - they get creative! One day I was eating lunch w/ O just for fun and a mom brought mini root beer floats which was really funny because half the kids (including O) had never had root beer (or anything floated) and their reactions were all over the map.
Anyways, Owen specifically requested donut hole kabobs. I made these for a brunchy thing not too long ago and he saw them and sort of flipped out. Because anything you can eat on a stick is just that much more awesome, Mom. I need to test this statement by putting broccoli on a stick. I will market this and make millions.
Anyways, he wasn't alone in his appreciation. The kids sort of flipped out. I was basically Mom of the Year. If you are a mom, please steal this idea (that I stole from the internet) and become Mom of the Year too.
You're the best mom ever, Mom. Thanks buddy. :) (his smile said that to my imagination)
Class photo.
He got to stand on a chair and they sang to him. Super fun times. Being a kid on your birthday is pretty much the best. Being a mom of a kid on their birthday is second best. Especially because this sweet boy will still hold my hand walking to the cafeteria and give me a kiss when I go.
*A funny lunchtime story. There aren't as many ways for parents to be involved in first grade as kinder (though there are still a lot) and one of them is to be a lunchtime helper. I signed up for the recommended number of these throughout the year and when I saw one on my calendar on a day that Kyle was off or home early I told Kyle he should do it - it would be easy and fun and the kids love it when dads come (as much as they love us moms, the dads coming is a real treat). He easily agreed. What I forgot to tell him was this wasn't just going to have lunch w/ the class as a helper, but taking the class to lunch by himself so Mrs. Boyd could have a lunch break to eat by herself in the classroom and catch up on things (they do this once a week). Well, you would have thought by the report I got back that I sent him unarmed and unclothed into a pack of wolves that he had to lead through a corn maze or something equally daunting/crazy. I had to walk them from their room to the cafeteria ALL BY MYSELF! Sweet Kyle. ;)
*A funny lunchtime story. There aren't as many ways for parents to be involved in first grade as kinder (though there are still a lot) and one of them is to be a lunchtime helper. I signed up for the recommended number of these throughout the year and when I saw one on my calendar on a day that Kyle was off or home early I told Kyle he should do it - it would be easy and fun and the kids love it when dads come (as much as they love us moms, the dads coming is a real treat). He easily agreed. What I forgot to tell him was this wasn't just going to have lunch w/ the class as a helper, but taking the class to lunch by himself so Mrs. Boyd could have a lunch break to eat by herself in the classroom and catch up on things (they do this once a week). Well, you would have thought by the report I got back that I sent him unarmed and unclothed into a pack of wolves that he had to lead through a corn maze or something equally daunting/crazy. I had to walk them from their room to the cafeteria ALL BY MYSELF! Sweet Kyle. ;)
Okay, just a few more Owen-things:
He and I had a little "date" to the Regents Fall Family Festival. (I told him it was a date since it was just he and I going - Kyle had to work so I go the girls to stay w/ Bee. He told me its not a date because its called the Fall Family Festival and next year he wants us all to go.) Anyways, its a fun night at school early in the fall preceding the first football game. Last year we went (again, just he and I) and ended up with a little tag-along-friend W who couldn't find his parents (his house backs up to school property and he was out a-wanderin'). So we had a good laugh on our way there about whether we'd be alone or have another adventure. And like last year it rained on us, again. At one point we all took cover in the gym and waited out the storm. It worked and we got to finish the evening and make it to the game.
O w/ his good friend D. They're sprting the "D-do" - hair spiked up with your own sweat (or a little rainwater in this case, but mostly sweat; and sometimes a little spit if you're not that sweaty). It's ALL the rage. Seriously precious friendship.
O w/ his good friend D. They're sprting the "D-do" - hair spiked up with your own sweat (or a little rainwater in this case, but mostly sweat; and sometimes a little spit if you're not that sweaty). It's ALL the rage. Seriously precious friendship.
Here we are with Owen's other bestie H and his little brother S. We actually stayed until almost 10pm but due to some delays that was only the end of the 3rd quarter and we had to call it quits. Regents pulled it out in the end after an exciting 4th quarter. Go Knights!
It's kind of a shame that I'm not really motivated to take a bunch of action shots during soccer these days because these boys are actually learning to PLAY! I mean, they aren't just a huddled mass kicking each others' shins and occasionally a ball! There is dribbling and passing and scoring!
It's mostly the same team from last year - all first grade boys from his school. Games are short and sweet on Saturday morning (10 or noon - something to do, but not too early!) and they actually have practice - which at first I was like NO. But the two dad coaches were super thoughtful in how they approached it - they gather all the boys after school one day a week, help them get changed into soccer clothes and practice on an empty field at school - so we just pick them up an hour late. Hurray.
Anyways, just some group shots before a game. Serious ballers. Silly ballers.
Random:
- Owen doesn't like to spend his money. No surprise there.
- Owen seemingly talks ALL the time. And he actually REQUIRES your attention. I can't fake it. He knows.
- He asks me on a regular basis who is coming over for dinner. He likes it when we have guests and plans. And at the same time he complains that he doesn't have enough free time to just play. I feel you bro.
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