above the clouds || lincoln turns 7

this little angel of ours has made it 7 whole years topside. if you knew him during the terrible 3's, you'd grasp how amazing that statement truly is. actually if you know him now, you'd think it was quite the accomplishment. let me expand on that. 

day of party:

he refused to wear his birthday boy badge. he refused to wear his suspenders. he took his balloons outside & let them go. he left his own party to ride his bike. while riding his bike, he invited some neighbors to his party. they came. with gifts. found out he also invited some kids from church after parents started asking what time the party was. he refused to eat his food. got mad when we threw it away. called his sister a buttface in front of everyone. generally talked about farting for entirely too long. 

it was a fun party. 

at some point i remember informing our guests that we will no longer be having parties at all. and i'm fairly serious about that. 

so, a few years ago, we gave up on the huge birthday parties. for one, our families are huge = huge parties (i.e. lots of food & crazy amounts of gifts). two, our house is small = always having to book a different venue & transport food, decorations, gifts...twice. it was getting out of hand. so the past few years, we've just had the grandparents over for a small in-house party. 

if you've been following long here or here, you've maybe caught some of my posts of birthdays past. often times last minute. always very homemade. once the kids decide on a theme, i like to go through our house & find items that may work as decorations instead of buying stuff. this year, lincoln decided on a plane theme birthday. my thoughts: yay! that sounds fairly simple & quite doable. reality: apparently we have -0- airplane toys or airplane-related items in this house. (how is that possible?!) so aside from picking up one small airplane toy at wally world, we were "winging" it (harhar). also, that chalkboard wall comes in pretty handy. 

 

yes, he may cause me to have a nervous breakdown one day, but he really is the best. our little caretaker. always cleaning. knows where everything is. we joke that he'll probably grow up to be a janitor. and he'd love it. the neighbors here call him sheriff. always up in everybody's business. asking a thousand questions. keeping tabs on everyone. i'm sure it's endearing. but truly, if i don't feel well, he's the first to "feel" it. the first to come over & rub my back & ask if i need something. God's given him such a nurturing nature & i hope that never leaves. 

happy birthday linc.

you'll always be the one i turn to when i'm 90 & need assisted living.

xo