Brandon’s family birthday party
We’ve only held big parties for Brandon’s “big” birthday years, e.g. his first, and his fifth. The other years have just been get togethers with my family, and relatively low key. This year was no different, and in the past, he’s never really asked for a friends’ party. I told him all who was coming over, and he told me, “Maybe we can have a party with my friends.” I told him that we should do that next year. I think he is getting at the age where he wants to go out with his friends, so maybe next year we’ll do something with a small group of his friends. Now that I know some of them, it would be okay to just hang out and maybe take them to a movie or depending on the weather mini golf or something like that. But this year, we had pizza and cake for his birthday/Super bowl party. We went out to the farmer’s market this morning, and the kids ate us out of house and home. We thought we’d get them a quiche to share, but after they split that, both asked what else there was to eat. We ended up eating again at the restaurant that we’d parked next to. The kids split a kids’ meal, then we shared some of our food with them, too! Poor Dave. He had given Peyton some turkey sausage, but she was taking her time to eat, and while she wasn’t looking, he took it back and ate it. She turned back around and said, “Hey, who took my chicken? (she thinks everything is chicken)” Dave gave her some back, since he’d had some more patties. We came back, and it was only 1045am. Peyton looked at me, and said, “Mommy, will you sleep with me?” She was ready to sleep at 1045am? Fine with me! We had wanted the kids to sleep early since my family was coming over at 3pm for the game. She fell asleep within about 10 minutes, and slept for about 2 hours. We got up, and Dave and Brandon were gone. They had gone to pick up the wings. When they got back, Brandon, Peyton, and I played one of Brandon’s board games. The game is for 4-7 year olds, so I helped Peyton a bit, but she did okay. The premise of the game was selecting cards with letters on them, and trying to find the picture that represented the card. When you find that picture, you put your marker on it. Four markers in a row wins. Peyton was getting better at the game, and even blurted out the answer when it was Brandon’s turn. I quickly turned to her to tell her that it wasn’t her turn yet. She put her hand over her face, and let out a squeal that sounded liked the air being let out of a balloon. She was very upset, and cried, until it was her turn again. She really doesn’t like being corrected. Ever. Both had to be reminded of the same, waiting their turn, being gracious winners/losers. Peyton ended up winning both games played, and after the final win, Brandon just slapped her a high five, not a hand shake. Peyton whined, “Bruddah did not shake my hand.” I told her he’d given her a high five, which was very similar. So sensitive, I tell you! We all put the game away, then it was time for Brandon and Dave to go play catch. Peyton and I had a snack inside, and after about 15 minutes, Brandon came in, too. Everyone arrived shortly thereafter. The kids had wings, and really enjoyed them. I don’t think they’ve really ever eaten them before, but they didn’t have any problems with them. Later, they had pizza (yes, it was a totally junk food day, and I was resigned to that fact). I did work some Caesar salad into them, however. We finished up, and while Peyton was on the potty (as her normal routine in the middle of dinner), she looked up at me and said, “I ate too much.” She looked totally defeated. She did finish her salad and milk. We had the kids take their baths early so we could wait until the end of the game before cutting cake. After bathing, Brandon got to open up his presents. He got lots of legos, Beyblades (spinning tops), and some clothes. He waited patiently for the end of the game, then we sang the birthday song and cut up the cake. Here are the pictures:
Our little boy is growing up. After their teeth were brushed, we ushered them around to say good night. Peyton went up to everyone and gave them a hug. My uncle was so surprised that she did! We told her it was because he was on her turf, just like with Bonnie yesterday. Both went upstairs, and neither came back down after going to their rooms. It was 730pm. Brandon told me, “It’s a three day weekend, right?” Haha, nice try, boy. He hadn’t slept, so I didn’t expect a fight. Peyton likes to sleep, and had slept very early on, so it’d had been awhile since she’d been up. Now, Dave and I are catching up on commercials and the Voice.

















