seven

I kissed a six year old boy goodnight and woke up with a seven year old. His balloons were lightly bumping around in the vent current when we all woke up. 

Oh, me...another year. 

This momma wasn't even gonna try to make a cake in a hotel, so we ordered...he picked out the one decorated like a football field and wanted his name in Steelers colors...we/he/we are not pro-football fans...I had to google to find out who was playing. Super Bowl...Shmuper Shmowl...but he has shared his birthday with the national hype a few times in his short life.

Just like his sister's day, we paced his presents. The first was presented early, during the great snow-in. In the spirit of teaching the histories of government coups and the instability of political borders, we gave him Risk. I realize this may be a controversial parenting move. Thank you for your concern, but it's very entertaining, especially as the wind howls outside. Even Bean is in on it...lying in wait for her turn to attack! 

After church, and with an appropriate lunch break, he opened his other gifts one at a time, throughout the day. Legos, legos, and a couple Kindle books {original Hardy Boys} from Opa and Anne and {gulp} a Gameboy DSi {oy vey...swept up in the riptide of technology. Will we drown?} Oh, and he received a real life tool kit as a Christmas/birthday gift from G & G Johnson.

Been watching Long Way Down today. Love those boys and their adventures...both Long Way Round {their first trip} and LWD are available on Netflix...wink, wink. Another controversial parenting move: there is some saucy language, so you may not want to watch it with the young ones. Speaking of which...here is a great post on that very subject...ugliness of the mouth/ugliness of the heart stuff. Wise, wise, Jesus-loving women out there on the interwebs. I want to be one when I grow up...can't believe I have a seven year old boy. {Oh, Bug, this post started as an account of your birthday and I veered into other things...I'm off to write you a birthday letter, FYE, only.}