Yesterday Ethan turned 6.
The past year has been a whirlwind. Ethan still loves his bike and pizza above all else, so not much has changed…only t his year he took it easy on me and rather than requesting an elaborate cake, he simply asked for ‘chocolate cake with chocolate icing’ which we will be enjoying Sunday. Whew.
The thing about weekday birthdays is that there isn’t enough time to have a big to-do, what with it being a school night and all, so we have to wait until this weekend.
We certainly had time for a household celebration.
Before we could manage all that, I had to collect myself. I nearly broke down in happy tears when Ethan arrived home from school on the bus. I could see through the bus windows that he was proudly wearing a birthday crown (which he wore much of the evening, you’ll see) and grinning ear to ear while he told me how all his friends in class sang happy birthday to him and he got to eat not one – no – but two of the birthday cookies he had taken to school to share with the class. Everyone made a big deal over him. Even some of the older girls at the bus stop wished him a happy birthday. Aww. As adults, we forget just how important birthdays are.
After walking in the door at home it could not possibly have been more than 5 minutes before the first ‘Can I open presents now?’
‘Not until Dad gets home.’
‘Can we call Dad to see where he is?’
Fortunately, Dad was only about 10 minutes away so the agony was cut short and we hurriedly opened presents, a few of which are represented here.
He has wanted that RC Car for the longest time. It’s made in Asia of course (just like everything) as you can tell from the box:
That’s not all the box says. It also says:
“Avoid various misuses,such as throwing or bumping. Do not bend the antenna.the antenna is broken,the sharp ends may become various dangerous.Do not control the car to run at peoples.exact R/C car any way from the pictures on the packing”
Okay. I was with them up until that last almost-sentence. After reading and re-reading that sentence, I’m still not sure of the significance of pictures on the packing. As far as I can tell, it’s not explosive so we should be okay.
We wrapped up the evening with chili dogs, a DVR episode of Survivor, and more of the birthday cookies. What more could a six-year-old want? Heck, that sounds like my kind of birthday.
Happy birthday, Ethan. I can’t believe it’s been six years since that rainy day in 2005 when we welcomed you into the world. We couldn’t ask for a better little boy. May you have many, many more birthdays!