Getting back into the habit of posting! But since it is super late for me to be doing anything, I’m going to try and make this quick, with the fewest words I can possibly get away with using. That one is going to be hard.
So, this weekend was Jam. Packed. with fun.
My Saturdays are generally pretty horrible, actually, my week is horrible, and Saturday is really the climax of it all, when it reaches it’s peak of shitty-ness. I have a 3 hour morning class with an instructor that can’t seem to explain a concept in less than 6,000 words, which is SO FRUSTRATING, and then I come home to the kids and the husband who is usually going insane because of the kids. I try to fill in this space with practical things, like cleaning, or any errands that need running. Then I work in the evenings until about 8, sometimes 9.
So this weekend, Deven was invited to a classmate’s birthday party. Normally I would say no, because my Saturdays suck so hard, why would I want to add more to that? But then I thought about how Deven hasn’t really been to very many birthday parties, aside from Jackie’s kiddos parties, or family parties. Also, Vance and I really aren’t the most social people in the world. Neither of us have very many friends, and the ones we do have we rarely hang out with. Deven, unlike his mom or dad, is a super friendly, happy kid whom all of his classmates seem to love, so why not encourage him to be sociable? So, this is what I decided to fill the middle of Saturday with. A kid’s birthday party. Because I am going through this masochistic phase.
Oh. Man, was it a party. They were clearly wealthy, as they lived in a gorgeous house, and hired a band-type-not-a-clown-but-children’s-entertainment-type-group to play songs and games for the kids. They did all kinds of fun things, like a treasure hunt, and balloons, and bubbles…
And they played a game involving throwing little plastic bugs around the room. Deven didn’t appreciate that very much. He freaked out and begged me to take him home, but he got over it once they moved onto a game involving scarves, or something.
We stayed for the majority of it. They had snacks, decorated party hats, and then did favor bags, and a pinata, before it was time for us to go so I could scurry my butt into work.
And then Sunday.
Sunday is normally my relaxing day, but my dad and step-mom were coming to visit for Deven’s early birthday. They won’t be here for our little celebration on the 17th, so they wanted to come down this weekend instead. This meant that since my week was so full of things like kids and homework, and work-work, I didn’t have time to clean. We had to do all of the cleaning in the short time span that morning.
But they came with brisket and potato salad, so it was okay.
He mostly got clothes, which I was so very grateful for, but it didn’t bother him in the least bit. He loves clothes. I believe this boy will be a total fashionista when he becomes a teenager. Which is not for a while, thank god. We have time to save up for that.
My dad and Archer.
They also brought cupcakes and ice cream for the birthday boy. It was fun. We so rarely get to spend time together, and when we do, it’s usually not so relaxed. Even Vance commented that this time, it didn’t seem quite as forced as it usually does. There is a lot there that I won’t put out on the internet for the world to see at this time. It has made fun times hard to come by in the past.
I think a big part of it was that this visit was all about a certain little boy, who is about to turn 4, who has been a bright little light in the lives of all who have been fortunate enough to get to know him.
Seriously, he’s incredible, and it’s all going by way too fast.
(I am so not an anything of few words.)