Nine

That's how old my baby boy is.

And it boggles my mind.

Time has gone by sooo fast.

For his birthday he decided he wanted to have a movie day,

and watch movies all day.

:)

This was absolutely okay with Mommy.

Sounded awesome in fact.

So, we had a lazy movie watching day.

(Well, besides cooking all the meals, baking a cake, doing dishes, feeding animals... but you get the picture.)

And no, I did not get dressed all day.

Love those days.

So, tradition in our family is the Birthday kid gets to pick his favourite supper meal.

Nate's pick?

Spaghetti with meatballs.

He made it clear,

"Not meat in the sauce Mom, but meat BALLS.  Balls of meat."

And dessert?

Chocolate cake with chocolate icing.

I said I could make a caesar salad to go with the meal.

He looked at me like I had two heads.

"Salad?  I don't want salad!"

Okay then.

For those of you who don't know my Dad,

this meal would be his pick exactly.

Same.

Genetics are a funny thing.

So here he is,

enjoying his special meal.

This is actually half of what he usually eats.

But we had a lot of snacks with the movie.

He ate a whole bag of chips.

Present time!

Card from Grandma and Grandpa.

"Now I can buy some more Lego!"

And then his present from the family.

Please don't judge me on the wrapping paper.

I was out.

I asked him if I could wrap it in a garbage bag.

His response?

"I don't care, as long as I get to rip it."

Rip on, man.

Rip on.

Ripping was actually harder than he thought it was going to be....

Uuhhhhhh.....

Finally got it open.

Remote control Transformer.

It transforms by remote too.

The deal of the century.

Stopped in with Mom at Canadian Tire just after Christmas,

'cause she was getting something.

I wasn't shopping,

I was broke.

Saw this,

Regularly $86 on clearance for $24.

Seriously!?

And I nearly didn't get it,

'cause as I said before I was broke.

But I did get it.....

And I'm so happy I did.

'Cause it made him so happy.

He loves it.

Way more than his face shows in this pic.

Ava enjoyed the meal too.

That's chocolate in her neck.

Not dirt.

Trying it out.

He's already killed the batteries.....

They lasted one day, at least.

CAKE!

Of all my kids,

he's the most like his Dad.

In looks and personality.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NATHAN!

Don't tell anyone,

but you're my favourite 9 yr. old boy.

In other news.....

My kids are funny.

They were having a conversation at lunch time about the human body.

I hear Quin say,

"There's a muscle in your chest that helps you breathe, called a diagram."

Close.

Emma bounced into the kitchen while I was cooking supper.

(Sidenote.  The child never walks.  She skips, hops, cartwheels, anything but walk.)

She's says,

"Mom, how did you learn to speak Aladdin?"

"What?"

"How did you learn Aladdin?"

I look blankly at her, trying to fathom what she is talking about, and drawing a total blank.

I can't even say anything, 'cause my brain is working too hard.

She must have noticed the smoke coming out my ears,

'cause she clarified.

"You know, you're e-mail.  It's in Aladdin."

Well, I laugh so hard I cry,

with her laughing right along,

and explain, "No honey.  It's in Latin.  LA-TIN."

Quinlan also told me today that a song was "Groovy."

Groovy?

"Yeah.  I like it.  It's groovy."

Oooookay.

Final story.

Nathan.

Comes down from bed,

leans on my,

I tell him to go back to bed.

(Nice, eh?)

He says,

"My nose is stuffy and it's bugging me."

I tell him he'll be fine, and to go to sleep.

Next he says,

"Mom, is nail polish remover poisonous?"

"Well, not really.  But yeah, I guess."

(Nothing like clarity.)

"Like if you drink it you'll die?"

"Well, yes. You would certainly get sick."

He's sniffing and awfully quiet and morose.

"Mom, Emma got into the nail polish remover today."

I look him in his eye and say,

"Nate, did you DRINK the nail polish remover?!"

Tears well up in his eyes.

"No, but some splashed up my nose, and now it's all stuffy and I can't breathe!"

And I realize he's worrying about that nail polish remover.

Guilt, it eats away at a person...

I explained that he was fine, it wasn't going to hurt him, and a good sleep would help him feel fine.

We had an impromptu dance meet after supper.

All of us, dancin' around, acting crazy.

Laughing, squealing, kids eyes shining in pure joy as we shook our booty's.

It was fun.

And I was reminded again how huge my dog is.

He was excited 'cause we were acting crazy,

so the kids said,

"Dance with Cyrus!"

So I grabbed his two front feet to dance with him.....

and I was looking directly into his eyes.

That dog is as tall as me.

Freaky.

Here's the link to the playlist we were dancing too...

it's pretty good.

At first Emma thought it was "lame",

but it grew on her.

It's mostly classic rock.

Actually pretty good.

Have a listen.

It's "Groovy."

http://www.playlist.com/playlist/20750395147