“But now I am six. And I'm clever as clever. And now I think I'll stay six now forever and ever.”
A.A. Milne, Now We are Six
Two weekends ago, we became the proud owners of a six-year-old. I suppose owners isn't really the right word, is it? Maybe the reality is that we're just renting our kids - it's definitely not ownership especially when you realize how quickly they're growing up, Blake being a perfect case in point!
It's not every day that you turn six, and as has tended to be the pattern for the past couple of years, Blake celebrated his birthday not once, not even twice, but three times over the course of a week or so! First off we had a small family thing when we were visiting Matt's brother and family in York over half term. But there was singing, candles and cake, so it was definitely celebration #1. Then on the Friday of his actual birthday, he (or maybe it was I, which would be typical of me to suggest something that didn't really need to happen) wanted to invite the older girls from the street over for pizza. I strayed from calling it a party, instead thinking of it more as a "Friday hangout" - Noah liked the term "pizza Friday". At any rate, it was a really good time: the boys plus five of the older (ages 7-13), cooler (they get to play outside on their own) girls enjoyed Papa John's pizza, a good chat around the table about who knows what, and then several games of hide and seek before coming back for some store-bought cupcakes. It was over in about an hour and was the easiest hour of recent memory! And the boys clearly loved it, as the selfie shows!
Then on Saturday was his party with his aged friends, which was a bit more hard work but we came out the other side ok! I had to intervene early on so that Master Yoda was treated with the level of respect he deserves (initial inclination was to use the cardboard cutout as a boxing shadow!), and we were very thankful for the Death Star pinata which took the kids nearly half an hour to bash apart!
One minute they were just enjoying themselves...