The year of first grade is such a big year, and Ollie has changed so much. Reading and writing, having real friends, just being like a person rather than a little kid. He has real interests, he has things that he’s good at and things that he’s not good at, likes and dislikes…he’s not a baby anymore.
At the same time, though, there are so many things about him that are exactly the same. Do you know how many pictures I have of Ollie making a goofy face? He’s still goofy, still such a sweetheart.
One pretty significant change in the last year is Alex, and how much he loves his big brother. “Oliver!” he tries to say the moment he wakes up. “Oliver! Oliver!” It is so…heart warming to see the way that he looks up to his big brother, and I’m interested to see how that continues to develop.
Here’s to another year, buddy. Hope you continue to carve your own way in the world.
(Photos courtesy Jeremy Sanderlin)
(Photo credit Lauryn Marinho)
You know, it is getting pretty difficult to live up to Mrs. Evelyn’s birthday plans. As readers of this blog well know, she has always been a “big idea” kind of gal, and as you can imagine her birthday is no exception. Luckily for us, she finds ways to spread it out as much as possible. (“We can do that on my actual birthday, and then for my party we can do X, and then we’ll have my birthday with the family…”)
Oliver certainly did his part, working on present after present for her in his room for weeks. His gifts ranged from meticulously copied chapters from Harry Potter into custom made “books”, to all of his legos, to a caterpillar made out of pipe cleaners and an egg carton, to stuffed animals he rescued from the “give away” pile, all buried under a metric ton of tissue paper.
So far today I have only gotten one, “It’s my birthday, you have to do what I say!” which, to be honest, seems kind of low.
It’s so easy to jump on kids when they’re bad, but ignore them when they’re good. Evelyn is so good so often, and I don’t say it enough. She is:
- So responsible. You almost never need to tell her something twice; when you tell her to do something, she does it.
- So helpful. She’s always willing to jump up and help you (maybe not in the way you wanted, but help you nonetheless!)
- So empathic. She absolutely cannot stand for Alex to cry. It physically pains her.
- So independent. She has strong opinions (especially when it comes to clothing). She makes her own lunches. She practices the piano every day. She keeps track of her brothers. She’s basically like a little adult.
In the past year Evelyn has learned 1) she really enjoys baking, especially inventing her own recipes (she can make her own scrambled eggs!), 2) she never wants to be caught ANYWHERE without a book to read, and 3) she does not want a rabbit. I know she is looking forward to 3rd grade and going to the “old” school BY HERSELF.
My favorite things to with Evelyn are read her a story at night and listen to her play piano. I love how excited she gets about theater, both as an actress and just watching other people perform.
I can’t wait to see how she grows in the next year!
Well, Ollie turns six today, which seems pretty crazy. Can you believe he’s going to start 1st grade next year?
What to say about Ollie? He sure loves being goofy and making people laugh.
He is just a ball of creativity: he spends hours every day drawing pictures or constructing things out of cardboard and tape or anything else he can find in the house. Every day when I come home from work he has some new project to show me (the other day he made an “outfit” entirely out of plastic bags).
He will strike up a conversation with absolutely ANYBODY, so I don’t think there is a single person at his school who doesn’t know him. Seriously, it’s just kind of routine now that every adult says hello to him as we walk through the halls.
He loves looking “cool”, especially with his hat, sunglasses, and a jacket. He’s got this jean jacket that he inherited from Evelyn (who never liked it) and he thinks it makes him look like Michael Jackson. Believe me, he will show you his dance moves (Beat It is his favorite song).
Despite him being such a big kid (did I mention he can read now??), deep down he is still the same cuddly, sensitive little boy he has always been, and I hope I can protect that part of him from the world so that he never changes.
Happy birthday, buddy!
Since I was gone for a couple of weeks (more on that in a post later this week), we just now got around to celebrating Evelyn’s birthday. Evie had the idea to do a “murder mystery” party (you know, like most 8 year olds), but they strangely don’t make a lot of those for kids.
Sara looked around online and found a company that makes kid-friendly equivalents. However, there were like 8 princess ones, and Evelyn said, “absolutely not” to that idea. So instead, we ended up with pirates.
It turns out, hosting a pirate mystery party is a tremendous amount of work. Not only do you have to prepare everything for the kit and come up with really awesome food ideas, you also have to deal with the fact that the company involved thought it would be a really good idea to have the scavenger hunt lead to rooms such as “the master bedroom” and “the main bathroom”. And you can’t just stuff all the mess in a closet or something because, hello, it’s a scavenger hunt, where do you think the kids are going to start digging first?
So, yeah, lots and lots of cleaning.
Of course, Evelyn also demanded a chocolate cheesecake, because it can’t be easy, right?
Luckily we borrowed a truly authentic looking pirate chest for the grand finale (filled with Pirate’s Booty, natch). We gathered clues, solved mysteries, swabbed the deck, played pirate guessing games, and told pirate jokes, but when the kids found that pirate chest, they lost their freaking minds. I doubt real pirates, with real gold, were ever so excited about finding a treasure chest. Or, if they were that excited, I bet their screams were not quite so high pitched.
Despite the tremendous amount of work, I don’t think I exaggerate to say it was the best party I’ve ever given. Everybody had a blast (even the adults), and it lived up to all of Evelyn’s expectations (something that, needless to say, is difficult to manage on the best of days).
I’m already a little nervous about what she’ll want next year…
So, it’s my birthday.
I had a rough plan of talking about how my birthday always makes me feel like posting a “year in review” post even though I really didn’t have anything important to say, but then I sat down and read last year’s birthday post and I already said all of that, except funnier.
Not much to say. Good year. Well documented.
This is a weird thing to say, but maybe I do feel more grown up? Part of it is that I’ve noticed that the way I think about things has definitely changed. Definitely more into the long view, definitely feel like I understand the previous generation a bit more. Better understand what it means to be a parent, and how having kids changes how you approach life. Another part of it is that this is the first year in a while that I feel like I can see flaws in myself that I need to work on. The flaws were always there, but I can see them now. That’s growing up, right?
It also took me 35 years to figure out that boots and a hood are awesome and amazing things in the winter.
What can I say, I’m a slow learner.
Ollie plays a pretty intense game of Jenga
(This is what was left AFTER we canned the salsa!)