Posted by Sarah in Parties on November 30, 2009
Eli turned six last Wednesday. If you were to look at this blog as a record of love and attention it may appear that the dreaded sin of favouring one child over another has its terrible talons dug deep into this family after 12 straight days of posts leading up to and then a long post recording Sabrina’s first birthday and absolutely nothing, not even a mention of Eli’s change in status.
Let me reassure your gentle hearts right now by stating that. I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS LITTLE GUY’S PARTY FOR A WHOLE YEAR NOW and the only reason I haven’t mentioned it on here is because for the last week I have been up all hours of the night sewing costumes making tiny swords and shovelling sand all in the hope of achieving the ultimate, a happy boy.
He is an odd one with birthdays, declaring at the conclusion of each birthday the theme he has chosen for next year. Then as the year unfolds never wavering from his choice only adding to the expectation of how the day will unfold with every mention of his topic. Then when the day is over all enthusiasm for that particular interest goes away. For example last year’s was Dinosaurs, he fell asleep each night reading a dinosaur book, watched dino movies, dressed up as a dinosaur or at least had one on his shirt and insisted that his party must include "A dinosaur that had come to our house and laid eggs and we have to go on a dinosaur hunt." (I take his challenges seriously, its always a thrill trying to figure out a way of realizing the crazy imaginings of a child and I just love throwing myself into their fantasies) But has he mentioned a love of dinosaurs since then? No, not even a growl. The books have not left the shelf, the movies, unwatched. He will play with his plastic dinosaurs but this year the thrill has gone, they are just toys, because this year he is no longer Dinosaur Boy.
So before I let another day go by I am recording his birthday with a photo from the moment he turned 6 I will write a post soon to show you the party, when I recover.
p.s. you may be thinking, what sort of a mother post a photo with her daughter looking so mongulated in the right hand corner. Let me tell you now it is the type of very tired mother who doesn’t want to listen to the torrent of tearful sobs that began the minute she realised she was being cut out of the photo. "Even looking that silly??" YES! even looking that silly" "Fine, just don’t blame me future Lani"