On this day, six years ago, I was in a hospital room, staring at a little towheaded, blue-eyed bundle wondering how on earth I deserved such blessing, and also how on earth all those recessive golden genes scraped by my (supposedly) dominant brown ones.
My little boy turned six yesterday.
My guy is, and has always been, golden. He's silly, optimistic, loving and creative. He makes up elaborate stories, populates his world with "dudes" (cool creatures that he imagines) and he builds lots of "contraptions". His room is a disaster, at all times. It's littered with cardboard tubes, masking tape, zip ties, bits and pieces of this and that, that are all very essential. He notices if any of it turns up missing.
So, any good celebration of his big day had to include contraptions, dudes and his favorite people.
First stop, contraption heaven:
What could be better than eating doughnuts and watching machines, I ask you?
Then, after we were nice and sugared up, we did something that has been coming for a LONG time.
Meet the IG 10,000:
This is James' most favorite "dude." He comes from the planet Caspian (I think we must have been reading Prince Caspian when he decided this), which is "in like a whole different galaxy!" He has all sorts of powers. He can turn into a time machine and be invisible for example.
James has been drawing him on everything for a couple of months now and has BEGGED me to make him an IG 10,000 shirt.
I would have obliged a long time ago, but he had some ideas about the finished product that I just couldn't wrap my head around.
He wanted it to "look like metal." How does one make fabric look like metal? I showed him lame (is that really how you spell it?) and he said it was too shiny, "it's not like Robot metal. It has to be ROBOT metal."
So after Krispy Kreme, we went to the fabric store and pilfered through pile after pile of fabric until he settled on satin. Can I tell you how much I love a boy who gets excited about going to the fabric store on his birthday? A lot.
Can I also tell you how much enjoyed it when we took our rolls of black and red satin to the cutting table? You should have seen the funny look on the shop lady's face when my guy told her that, "Mama's going to make me a REALLY cool shirt with this."
It actually DID turn out pretty cool, if we do say so:
I think I'm going to have to make another one though, because he refuses to take it off for washing. He spent half the day in it yesterday, slept in it, and wants to wear it again today.
After making his shirt, we went shopping for party supplies (for Saturday), had cupcakes and pool time with our cousins,
and got some WAY cool gifts from the grandparents who know him very well, Snap Circuits and Zoobs.
We finished up the day with popcorn and a robot movie.
When I tucked him in, way past bedtime (to his delight), he said it was his "best day ever." I told him that mine (at least one of them) happened about six years ago 🙂