Birthday week

I really wish I had time to give a play-by-play of this past week.   It was a doozy!

Highlights would include my car breaking down and getting towed into the dealership in my pajamas, and splattering an uncooked, homemade pizza against the back of the seat in Jeff's car.  And celebrating  birthdays for 2 kids, which somehow worked out to be 4 birthday parties in one week!

But life is racing onward, and I don't have the time to say much more, so I'll just post some pictures:

This is Jonah's actual birthday.  We celebrated with our Davis cousins and some cake.  Jonah got to choose the meals for the day, so we ate well!  For breakfast we had waffles with strawberries and whipped cream.  For lunch at school he packed a hot dog, oatmeal cookies to share with his class, and for dinner he requested pizza, of course!

He got just about everything on his wish list: a sweatband (for basketball), his own personal pump for keeping his ball aired up, $50 to spend at the Lego store, and a bale of straw, for building the cob fort that he is planning.

The next day was Savannah's birthday.  She chose bacon, egg and cheese bagels for breakfast, and (the usual choice) homemade mac and cheese for dinner.  We had an eclair torte instead of a cake, which was delicious, if I do say so myself.


And the friend parties:

Jonah had a sports party, full of friendly contests and a basketball cake.

Savannah had a pj party with a breakfast bar, a photo booth, and lots of balloons.  Her cake was a rainbow inside.

And now... on to the next thing.

A sweet moment with Eli. And balls.

This cute little guy is obsessed with balls.  Seriously obsessed!

Anything that is round qualifies as a ball, so he is excited  pretty much everywhere we go.  He looks around the chapel and points at the lights.  "Ball!  Ball!  Ball!"  Or the nobs on his dresser.  "Ball!"  Or the balloons in the grocery store.  "Ball!  Ball!"  You get the idea.

The other night I was putting him to bed.  I always sit in the rocking chair and sing to him for a bit.  He likes to pull the neck of my shirt open so he can press his little cheek up against the skin of my chest.  He was all snuggled up against me, settling down for the night- or so I thought.  In the middle of my song he sat straight up and put his face right up in mine.   "Ball!  Ball! Ball!"  he kept repeating, very excitedly.  I had to giggle a little to my self, and I told him "Yes, honey.  I know you love balls."  Then he was content to rest his head back on my chest while I finished the song.

I wish there was something in my life that got me that excited every time the thought crossed my mind!

Words of Wisdom from Jonah

The other day Jeff took Jonah (age 7)  and Simon (age 4) to Walmart to help him shop for the things they needed for the father and sons campout.

After several isles of "I need" and "I want" and "please Daddy," Daddy started to tune out his "helpers" so he could concentrate on what he came for.

He tuned back in when he heard Jonah giving Simon some very wise counsel.

"Simon, grown-ups stop listening when you ask too much questions."

That was the voice of experience speaking.