The sea of cousins before you are William (I hope), Brian, Evan, Lauren, Matthew, and Aaron. After three or four hours of what I like to refer as "a kid blender," the tykes settled down to watch a Superman cartoon. All of the boys are intent on watching the show and angry at the adults for getting in the way, but Lauren is searching the adult faces to see who is kind enough to rescue her from the testosterone and one sock nabbing little boy.
William and Aaron celebrated their fourth birthday this Saturday with one red Superman cake, one black Batman cake (note the shade of Williams's lips), and six exhausting hours with a Jupiter Jump. I just don't know how they do it. My sister-in-laws and I jumped in while the boys were taking a break and it was more difficult than a Jane Fonda workout on a 105 degree day in a prison excercise yard. Maybe all of the laughing we were doing was taking our breath away, but it wasn't long until we exited the blow-up building. Of course, the herd of children and three small dogs soon showed up and wanted in on the fun. It was probably best anyhow, as the boys probably would have sapped our energy to the point that all you would have seen through the netted windows were four little boys jumping around in a puddle of gooey relatives. So, Happy Birthday, my dear little nephews. Please don't buy Lauren a Power Rangers pinball machine on her birthday like Rance found for you. We had enough enjoyment of it via the THREE voice messages your daddy left on the answering machine. C'mon, it's not that loud, is it? |
