I really can't believe he's 10 years old. To celebrate this glorious occasion, we spent his birthday at his favorite hangout, Mr. Biggs. His good friend Ryan also turned 10, just three days before him, so his mom and I decided to have a combined party. That was a mistake.
If you know me well, you may know I'm a slight control freak. Just slight. Being a control freak means you like to have things happen in an orderly fashion and on your terms. While I seem to have little control of that in the housekeeping department, I'm able to flex my CEO-muscle for small events, such as birthday party's. This little afternoon soiree did not fall into that plan.
When we got there, Ryan and his three friends from school were so excited to see Haiden and his friend Dylan. The first words out of their mouths were, "Can we go play!!!" I said, "Hell no! Go sit down!" Yes. The exclamation points refer to yelling. Not only is it loud in there but they were already a little too rowdy for my liking. I could feel the annoyance setting in.
After getting to the table and setting everything down, all the boys took off running! Ryan's mother, laughed and shrugged her shoulders and said, "I just figured, let them go play." I told her how retarded that was....in other words. "Hello! If you turn these wild boys loose, we'll never get them back to eat cake and open presents!" We only had a 3 hour window to use. (Too painfully long if you ask me.) Plus, there's just a certain order you follow when throwing a birthday party. Because I said so. Anyway, we were able to quickly reel them back in.
The cake came out, we sang, the boys blew out candles, and we served it up. While the kids were eating, I went up to the concession counter to get a few pitchers of soda. I figured I may as well wind them all up. A good percentage of them didn't belong to me so I wasn't worried about dealing with them later.
Now, in my handbook of life, when hosting a birthday party, after you eat cake, you open presents. That's just what you do. We left many of the "family" gifts home so it wouldn't take so long. I don't imagine 10 year old boys care about knitted socks from Great Aunt Edna. (Fortunately that was just an example. Not real. The person or the gift.) While I was in line, these little beasts ran up to me and said, "Can we go play!!???" According to Ryan, his mom said they could.
Great. Yeah. That's how you do it. I got out of line and walked briskly to my husband, whom I love dearly for putting up with all of my little idiosyncrasies. The only consolation was that I didn't waste my money on drinks for all these little savages.
Here's some pictures I was able to capture during the chaos.
|Each one blowing out their 10 candles.|
|The only calm moment. And I was able to capture it on film.|
|Waiting for the go-carts.|
|Jett dressed up like a fire-fighter.|
|In the mirror room.|
He's reaching out to touch the cutest baby he's ever seen in his life.
He's gotta know if that handsome little hunk is real.
|My handsome husband. And so appeasing.|
He's not a beast like the red eyes would suggest.
Unless he's tired.
|Mr. and Mrs. Smith; 6 years (of together-ness) and counting.|
I can't wait until there's a "0" at the end of that.
Wait, we might be dead. 60 + 30something's...ok. You get what I'm sayin'.
|Black-light golfing. Look at his little pot-belly glow!|
|Difficult to see but, Dad and Ethan striking a pose while golfing.|
|At the end of the night, Haiden with all his loot.|