E. and I had our birthday this week. On Thursday we went into E.'s class. Dan brought his guitar.
E. regaled the class with an instrumental rendition of "Here Comes the Sun."
And yesterday we had a party at home which, as usual, was exhausting and lots of fun. How much longer will we be able to have these parties at home, with mostly family and grown-up friends, before E. realizes that it's totally uncool?
Although I do think next time I'll have more planned, calm activities, instead of letting the kids loose in the house to play freeze tag and hide and seek.
At one point I went upstairs and the kids were opening the closets and doing who knows what in my office. One of E.'s friends was in our bed perusing a magazine from the bedside table.
"You read the New Yorker?" he said. "I love the New Yorker."
3 comments:
Haha. smiling at that last line. Happy birthday to the both of you! I didn't know your son played the guitar. My nephew turned 8 last week and we baked a cake and had a few of his friends. I think it's much more affordable plus more intimate to celebrate at home. Looking forward to another year reading your blog!
Happy Birthday!! Love the pictures and the birthday ideas. I especially love the part with the New York Times. That's awesome and so very cute.
Have a great week!!!
Happy belated my dear, we miss you every day!
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