One night last week we put 6 Year Old Logan to bed with much fanfare. “Good night 6 Year Old Logan, I’ll never see you again (dramatic sniff)!” “Oh, how will we ever get along without our 6 Year Old Logan?!” As everyone has gotten older this tradition of dramatically saying good-bye to the 2 or 4 or 10 year old forever has really become a family affair. It’s not just Barry or I saying the tearful good-byes, but a slew of brothers and a very dramatic sister too. The birthday kid laughs and laughs and loves the attention.
Then, lo and behold, we woke up to a 7 Year Old Logan! I try to only do big birthday parties on even years– so 3 friends came over to do whatever Logan wanted to do.
We made monsters out of marshmallows, frosting, and candy.
And built sprinklers out of pvc pipe. (The idea came from Eren at this vintage chica.)
The building wasn’t really appealing to the 6 and 7 year olds, but the 9 year old brother was an awesome engineer and kept everyone happy by figuring out the best ways to get water on the trampoline.
I made masks for the boys out of their requested colors, we had cake (which tasted good, but fell and looked a little sad), and opened presents.
And even though it was small and simple it was the best day this guy could have dreamed of.
It certainly left me exhausted. Just 3 extra boys multiplied the energy here by 30!