Somehow it seems like I am always "surviving"...never getting ahead, just making it through...one day at a time. I like my life and I like my days (mostly), I just can never get ahead. I always feel like I am in a war with Time and I am losing.
Sam and I are sort of surviving right now. He has been the recipient of some of the worst of my parenting this year. Somehow, he is resilient, and he still loves me. He is full of life: he wants to do everything, see everything, taste everything, touch everything, talk about everything and all of it now. (Except for when he wants to to do nothing but walk around moaning and kicking furniture or flopping on the couch because I won't let him play electronics). I love him and he loves me and we are a lot alike, that Samuel and I...but still, we feel like we are barely surviving some days. And then some days I feel like he is my closest ally and I feel a big bubble of pride come up and get stuck in my throat.
Sam turned 10 right at Christmas time. Who's crazy idea was that, having a baby at Christmas? Every December, by the time Sam's birthday arrives, I am ready for the whole month to be over. I love planning parties with him...he is so creative and enthusiastic...and he is gracious to me, listening to my ideas and then completely doing his own :) This year, he wanted a Nerfday Birfday party (well, he wanted the BMX track again but we decided to enjoy a party at our home since we are blessed with a fun house right now).
|We let the kids spray paint smack talk on their barricades. They came up with evil slogans like "You are fat donald ducks."|
|Connor was the last man standing and was totally reminding me of Robocop.|
We had Sam run the gauntlet at the end of the free-for-all. I love torture as part of birthday festivities.
The funny thing was, after the official Nerf games ended, the boys just silently started smacking cardboard boxes with PVC pipe. This went on for a surprisingly long time...like it was cathartic for them. If you need your boy to burn some energy, apparently give him a box and a stick and he'll be good to go.
Sam had fun and was a great host. We were proud of him.
Two days later, I hosted a Christmas party and felt like the craziest woman on the planet for having so many parties right in a row. It was wonderful and chaotic and perfect and I loved it! Here are some of the people from around the world that stayed for an evening of FOOD, white elephant gifting (which I didn't really explain and the sheer shock on the face of the German girls when Evan unwrapped a severed hand was priceless), a haphazard christmas pageant and performances of "Let it Go, and sweet Christmas carol-ing. It was awesome. I wish I had more photos but apparently I don't know how to use WhatsApp.