Even though this was not on the obsessive level of Jack’s previous parties I think it was his favorite.
For my complete works (and for a good laugh at what is nothing short of an attempt to impersonate Martha Stewart) see my complete works below:
I love the 3D look of the petals, the shell material seems so playful, and the color is appropriately retro. Even though it would require work to wire it for electrical lighting it was well worth it.I put the Handy Husband to work fitting the light with the proper wiring and then we hung the light.
Hopefully tonight I can pull party and kitchen update pictures from my camera so I can blog about that this week!
Pardon me while I go curl up in my bed and rock back and forth. Someone grab a paper bag: I’m hyperventilating.
I CANNOT believe he is five. There is something about the fifth birthday, as it gives him a ticket to kindergarten, Jack sees this fifth birthday as crossing over from little kid to big kid. This birthday, the big 0-5 feels like a change. It’s the beginning of a huge change. He becomes a child of the world. Soon he will no longer be my little preschooler.
I have written many times about the challenges surrounding Jack’s birth.but today what strikes me most is not where we started (c-section… for those of you, like my mother, who refuse to click imbedded links) but how far we have come.
Jack has always been a constant. He is predictable (at least he is to me, my husband would tell another story). He is level-headed. I took time to grow into my role of mother. We went to swim class, music class, story time at the library, and mom’s group but I think I started to feel like I knew what I was doing… last week?
Maybe I will never know what I’m doing, but I’m finally confident in following my instincts. He is the perfect child to be my parenting test pilot. He is honest enough to tell it like it is, and sensitive enough to understand discretion. For all the head butting we are destined to do, I know I can always trust him to dig his heels in when it really matters and let go whenit doesn’t. He is, after all, my son.
I hope fiveis as good to you as the first four have been for me.