On Thursday, our #1 turned eight years old!
|Cowboy boots from the grandparents!|
We celebrated John's birthday in phases. He received our normal birthday morning treatment of his choice of breakfast (French toast) followed by opening of gifts. But he didn't get his birthday dinner and cake until Friday night when a couple of families could join us.
In the interim, Chris and I allowed John to watch "Star Wars" (Episode IV) now that he is a big and mature eight years old. John declared getting to watch this movie his best birthday gift ever. Then he stayed up late with Daddy learning about how the movie was made and asking question ad nauseum about the plot.
Unfortunately, I was laying the baby down to sleep when the 6-year-old ninja sneaked past me down the stairs, which I discovered when I heard her agonized scream rent the air: she discovered that her brother was being allowed to watch "Star Wars" and she wasn't. What followed was the most heart-wrenching crying for a half hour and this was clearly the worst thing that has ever happened to her--which means she's pretty darned blessed!
|The children dressed up as cowboys for John's birthday.|
Our dinner on Friday night was a lot of fun. Thirteen multi-aged children from babies to primary school bopped around, mostly played dress-up, inventing a time travel game, and even writing and putting on a play about St. George and the dragon for us adults.
Catholic nerd alert! You know you're Catholic when . . . the dinner concludes by everyone gathering for the Jesse Tree ornament and readings, singing "O Come, O Come Emmanuel," and praying the Divine Mercy chaplet . . . and the kids think it is totally normal. (Praise God.)
|The Jesse tree and Advent wreath|
And finally, the cake!
|John dressed up as a Civil War soldier|