Five

Impossible to believe, but true . . . our little Thomas is five.
He always keeps us entertained with his goofball sense of humor. No kidding though, he is the smartest, funniest, silliest, teasingest, sweetest little five year old boy on the planet. We wouldn't trade him for anything. And this kid loves him some Angry Birds.
So I planned an "Angry Birds" party for all the five-year old boys in the neighborhood (and T's siblings were invited too, of course). We made Angry Bird masks,
We played "Bird, Bird, Pig" (Some of you may refer to it as "Duck, Duck, Goose)." The messy stereo cabinet is open because Michael downloaded the music from the game to play at the party. Listening to that same 30 second riff over and over for an hour and a half didn't get annoying at all (wink). The boys liked it anyway. (Thanks Grandma, for taking twin duty!)

We used a slingshot to launch our bird (a playground ball I drew on with a Sharpie) . . . .
at the pigs.

The kiddos re-built and knocked down this tower more times than I can count. (Later that night the grown-ups may or may not have played with it for quite a while too.)
We ate bird cake.
And he made wishes . . . probably for more iPad games (though I certainly hope not).
Happy birthday to our Tommy, our Tito, Little T, T-Dub, Teaser, Tommy-Bear, our T-Monster. Words can't begin to express how thankful we are that he is ours!

I think he enjoyed his day, even though he didn't have many surprises since he found (and played with) all his gifts hiding in my closet weeks before they were wrapped.

I consoled myself with the fact that at least he didn't know what the rest of the family was getting him . . . until he and his cousin discovered more of his presents in the closet at Grandma's house a few days later!

Note to self: Wrap Thomas' Christmas presents as soon as I buy them.

Five

I know I haven't been very bloggy lately. We had a fabu Utah adventure that will be recorded shortly . . . but first things first.

Alice turned five.

We had a small party the on what was supposed to have been the day before our exodus to Utah. (Dora's transmission had to be rebuilt which muddled our plans a little).
My sister Brianna helped with the face painting, cupcake decorating, supply buying and general crowd control. Check out her hair. It is generally considered to be the among the greatest heads of hair in America.
Activities included a pinata manned by Dr. Dad (he had to go right back to work after, hence the blue pajamas) and pin-the-dot on the ladybug.
This picture illustrates why boys do not belong at birthday parties for little girls. Each little girl daintily put on the blindfold, tip-toed over to the lady bug and carefully placed the dot on it's back.

Seth put on the blind fold and staggered around with his arms out moaning "Beware the undead . . . I am a zombie . . . take me to your leader."

One of the perks of having a birthday at the park is that the small guests can all run amok and I can talk to grown-ups while they do it. And we all know that talking to grown-ups is pretty much one of my favorite pass times ever.

And for my Alice, I just love her little five-year-old self. She is the perfect combination of spunk and girl. Her Betty Rubble giggle can make my day.

And I think you'll agree, that if Brianna gets the crown for best grown-up hair ever, Alice's baby hair would have taken the prize as well. Just check these out:

She's just growing up too quickly, as is evidenced by the fact that the only things she asked for for her birthday were a pink rug for her room and a tube of lip gloss. Sigh.