We like to blow up balloons the night before the boys' birthdays, so they can get excited when they wake up. It's always fun to see them in the morning with their balloons, they know it's a special day and they usually spend a lot of time kicking balloons around and throwing them up in the air, leaving me a morning free of fighting and bickering. Everybody wins! :)
We've been having lots of pickiness at the dinner table lately, and I hate it. It's tiresome to spend time and effort making meals just to hear how gross it is and watch your kids literally gag on it. So for Brandon's birthday, I gave myself a day off from the meal-fight and decided I'd only make things that both the kids like all day so I wouldn't have to hear about how much they hate my cooking. First thing on the menu: pancakes! I thought I'd attempt being a "fun mom" and make them with sprinkles inside, a la funfetti cake mix. So I made batter and went for the sprinkles...hmm...no mulit-color ones like funfetti...but I do have these Halloween-colored ones, those will be festive AND fun! This, my friends, is why my attempts at doing something fun backfire (curse you Pinterest!), to the point of where I've given up on being fun and I'm pretty sure I will live out my life as a stick in the mud. I made the pancakes, sprinkled in the sprinkles, and anxiously awaited my fun pancakes, certain my kids would think they were awesome and sing me praises all morning.
|Happy Birthday, here's some mold!|
Brett brought home some chicken nuggets and fries for lunch and we opened the presents my mom sent in a package. The kids were SO excited to open up their own package, they are still excited to get mail (most likely because they never get bills:). They got some slinkys, helicopters, cars, and a package of Oreos, because the last time Jason asked my Mom about when she was coming to visit, he asked if she could bring her food with her, and some Oreos too :) You'd think I never feed them, but I guess everything just tastes better at Grandma's house.
My mother is a wise woman, can I just say that? I used to help her assemble packages for other grandchildren's birthdays, and then criticize how she had to send something for EVERY kid in the family, not just the birthday kid. I would say, "Mom, it's not THEIR birthday, they'll just have to get over it and wait for their own birthday to get a package!" Thank you, Mom, for not listening to me. Jason was SO excited to have his own little something to open. I will now put my foot in my mouth and stop questioning you. (Only 15 years too late! Sorry about the time delay.)
|He's saying, "OPEN IT MOOOOMMMM!"|
Brandon also got this read-along stuffed animal that says things when you say a certain phrase in the book that comes with the animal. His name is Bigsby, and Brandon was about to poke him in the eye when I took that picture up there. Then he laughed. After I took the picture, of course, go figure. :) I think, in spite of the initial eye-poking, they'll be good friends.
I had the boys take naps, and went to work on Brandon's cake, which was monster truck themed. The fella loves monster trucks, and likes to give me his deepest, scariest voice while holding a truck right up to my face and say, "IT'S A MIGHTY, MEGA MONSTER TRUCK!" Then he crawls around on the floor with a truck in each hand and makes the car noise that I think comes along with the Y chromosome.
I think it turned out pretty cute, and I was proud of my graham cracker ramp. The birthday boy was excited about it, and that's what really counts.
|See? A truck in each hand!|
|Guess what I did, MOM!|
He decided I was taking WAAAY too long to get him his frosting fix, I guess. I asked him why he had frosting on his face, and he laughed and pointed at the cake...
|Big Ol' tongue mark. :)|
HE LICKED THE CAKE! It was one of those, "Really? I was gone for 2 seconds!" kinds of moments. I never thought I'd use the phrase, "We eat cake, we do NOT lick a giant section of it when Mom goes to get ice cream." Good times. :)