I confess that I’ve been a little grumpy this week. I miss vacation. I wuuuuv vacation! And I really dislike reality. But here we are, so I might as well make the most of it.
Oh, yeah – Griffin turned 7 on Monday! Kinda schnuck up on us. Michael and I kept looking at each other on Monday night, saying “Griffin is seven!” That just seems so…big. Without meaning to sound cliche-ish, it’s true what they say. It goes so fast. Yesterday he was a cuddly newborn who refused to take a bottle for almost 6 months. Today he’s a seven year old with dirty feet and skinned knees swinging a light saber and kickin’ the daylights out of a soccer ball.
I love this guy. (I love him more than this time last year – and not just because a mother’s love grows with every year, blah blah blah. Age six was seriously not fun.) He is funny and so tenderhearted and compassionate. He’s the one who empties his piggy bank on Sunday morning to give his money “to help the poor people.” He’s the one who randomly throughout the day hugs me and says, “I love you, Mom.” His laugh is infectious, and he can just look at me and crack me up.
Happy Birthday, Buddy. I’m crazy about you.
Traditional blueberry muffins in bed (my mom started this tradition when I was very little.)
A very cool gift: make-your-own-lightsaber! He cleaned up on gifts involving his three favorite things: Star Wars, Wii, and soccer. Have I mentioned that his latest career ambition is to be a Jedi? (Should I be worried?)
Not sure when we’re going to have a birthday party with friends. The August calendar is completely booked, so it may have to wait until after school starts. I hope that doesn’t add to the therapy tab.
Back it up a few days, and we have baby shower for my gorgeous SIL, Alana, and baby Jackson, due to make his appearance at the end of September. It’s actually a little, tiny bit funny: we got home from vacation around midnight on Saturday, slept in, went to the late service, came home and fixed lunch, and I thought, “hmmm. I need to start my to-do list for the week.” So I pulled out my calendar, and…HOLY COW! ALANA’S SHOWER IS IN FORTY-FIVE MINUTES!!
So Meghan and I grabbed PB&J to eat in the car and set out for the party, which was an hour and 15 minutes away, and bearing no gifts. But we wouldn’t have missed this celebration for the world!
Mama and her girls
And just so I’m not a complete heel, I did buy a gift to shower upon them this weekend when we head up together for a mini-family reunion. I’m so excited to give it to them! (but of course, I can’t reveal it yet…)