It's that time of year again where we find ourselves in the throw of birthday planning on top of the usual school and Valentine plans. It's been that way since before Morgan was born considering his due date was February 15th. As two parents to be we decided that if he hadn't arrived by the 14th we'd sneak off to a movie and sit in the back row incase we had to make a fleeting departure. As God would have it, though, he arrived on February 10th, only 5 days after his cousin. He made his arrival in the wee hours of the morning and our lives were forever changed. We spent weeks pacing the halls at 3 am, like clockwork, because Morgan just couldn't sleep during those hours unless I was either singing to him or he was in his swing. Morgan's still an early riser, but thankfully he's learned to hold off until 7, because he's not really allowed to wander the house earlier then that..
And so, with another birthday upon us, one marking the arrival of double digits in our home... I'm not sure I'm ready for double digits, or the preteen attitude that has slowly creeped into my normally placid and mild mannered child. He now erupts with statements like, "I don't know why I'm cross, but I am!" or "I wish I could cry, but when you get old like me, you can't!" And we console him with words like, "It's part of being a teenager, and we understand, but you could you change that tone of voice?"
It's also harder to sneak away now and make birthday invitations to surprise him with, so my soon to be 10 year old was amazed that Mom treated him to two turns on the Wii today, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies to keep him (and his brother) busy. He also wondered why she chased him off every time he walked in the office and then, when he'd finally given up hope of ever finding out what was going on she waltzed into his room minutes before his sleepy eyes were going to shut tightly for the night and announced, "Turn your light on quick!"
When he spotted the above invitation all I heard was, "COOL! Oh, this is the most awesome one yet Mom!" I had to agree with him, I was pretty impressed with the effort this time too! And please, tell me I'm not the only one to notice the mini fig has an M on his shirt, I'm not, right? Morgan was too confused as to why one balloon said, "Mor" and I didn't have the heart to tell him a friend use to mortify me by calling him, "Morgy" which sounded so dreadfully like morgue. Needless to say, we don't shorten the name, but I am guilty of shouting out things like, "Muggins!" and while all the other kids look utterly confused, Morgan has never batted an eye to it.
Here's hoping that at the ripe old age of 10, he still won't mind. After all he's only put in a few mild requests since being informed that obtaining a turtle is a lot harder then he thought and that, No, at the ripe old age of 10 you aren't old enough for a mobile phone. He's holding out hope for a pogo stick & Creationary. If he's really lucky, he'll get that rubber band ball he's been eyeing for months at Kmart too. Stay tuned for a lot more lego fun that Morgan's hoping his cousins will be willing to endure, because despite our fun little invites we generally tend to only invite family.