Anyway, our Sabbath child turned 5 yesterday. We were awakened at 6:45 by the sound of Z doing wind sprints from the kitchen to the the living room and back again. Over and over and over. The kid was excited. We celebrated that evening with the supper of his choice -- hotdogs, chips, cucumbers (from our own garden!), tomatoes, baked beans, strawberries, pineapple, grapes, and, of course, cake and icecream -- games, and presents galore.
We played a little Twister and Yahtzee before supper. Z was trash talking the entire game of Yahtzee, and, to give credit, he was on quite a roll. Every time he rolled a bunch of sixes he yelled either, "Booya!" or "Piece of cake!" or both, if he was particularly excited. But, he couldn't pull it off in the end, and was beaten by his mother, although he did manage to beat his father.
In the middle of the game I suddenly "realized" that I had had a Yahtzee (5 of a kind) and forgotten to record it. Nathan said I had not had a Yahtzee. We went back and forth about it until Nathan finally convinced me that he was right by pointing out the fact that we had each recorded the same number of rolls, so I couldn't have had a roll that I did not record. I was so sure! But he was right. After the discussion ended it was my turn and, lo and behold, I rolled a Yahtzee! Weird.
After the meal we had cake and icecream. Z requested a Green Lantern cake, which I gamely attempted. Fortunately, Z now says the cake was his favorite part of his birthday. And then presents, presents, presents!
He looks a little zoned out, but he really was having a good time.
Eating the icing off Green Lantern's feet.
Eating everything in sight.
We promised Z that he could stay up and catch lightening bugs, so at 9:00 we headed out of doors to wait for the flashes of yellow to begin. We waited, and waited, . . . and waited! Absolutely nothing. We didn't see a single firefly, so Z went to bed with nothing in his jar. But he did get to stay up until 10:00, so that was probably treat enough.