Saturday, October 1, 2011

And the Celebrations began....

 30 Birthday Cake Pops for his class, erase that 20 for class and 10 for the kickball team!

 Flag Friday and celebrating his birthday in school was more than enough to make take him to that silly place!

 It's official this boy is "7"
Celebrating with Daddy at Disneyland!

 And when we got home, perfectly timed Titi Roxanne was there with her perfect gifts; musical card always a favorite for Peter Ray

 Star Wars the Clone Wars Book toooo  perfect!

 Need I say more...

 I'm saving this one!!!

 So I made the cake from scratch; chocolate on chocolate as he requested and ruined it by forgetting candles....

Grandma's gift....the too cool Spark Razor!
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And the party with friends happened 6 days after the fact.  The great race began; my theme this year was genius. Obstacle courses, the kids ran, jumped, crawled and balanced. The idea was to divide them into teams and may the best team win. However, what I didn't account for was these beautiful kids didn't care who won, they just wanted to run and so they did over and over and over again. They repeated the course so many times they literally fell to the ground with exhaustion; their parents can thank me later. Nevertheless, this is what I will remember about PeterRays 7th Birthday and how special he really is. So it's 9/17/11 its about 6pm Sophia has a bad cold and I'm super exhausted from the past week. I have no gift, no cake and I'm not in the mood. I end up falling asleep around 9pm; obviously feeling guilty I wake on 9/18/11 at 5:30am make a cake from scratch and decorate the kitchen as I do for every ones birthdays. Peter Ray wakes around 8am and is beside himself because he is officially 7. We go to breakfast and a surprise visit to Disneyland, see Daddy and it's all good. Get home before dinner to our surprise my sister, Mother and Father are at our home. We head to Olive Garden PeterRays favorite restaurant have pasta come back sing to my candle-less cake open his gifts from Roxanne and my Mom and he's a HAPPY HAPPY 7 YEAR OLD BOY! Here's what I left out literally I didn't have a gift for him, just ran out of time and didn't really know what to get him this year and the best part is he didn't ask, it didn't faze him nor was it of any importance. I finally asked him and his beautiful reply was, you made my cake Mommy it was the best gift ever just like your the best cooker ever. So I played the video of his birth for him as we sat together in front of the computer, me holding back tears of how amazing that day was and how appropriate for me to tag on Celine Dion's version of Beautiful Boy by John Lennon. PeterRay caught me crying and asked if I was sad or crying from happiness. I told him "you have made me happier than my heart could have ever imagined and that everyday with him in my life is something to celebrate about"!

 The Girls Club...

 the guys...

 the Blue Team

 The Green Team

 On your mark get se go....

 the Cheerleading cousin corner...

 an assist by Daddy!

 crawling friends...

 the martha stewart paper walk, on paper it looked like a fun game on paper it was silly!

 the water balloon toss on Peter Ray game; thanks to Chris for changing it up!

the birthday cake and guess who assisted in blowing out candles....

Alarm Clocks

First Day of School 2011
1  Second Grader + 1 Preschooler = 2-1/2hrs for Mom 

 A Kiss Goodbye from his bestfriend and little Sister...

 Ready to meet Ms. Johnson

 Watch out Bill Gates....

 How perfect a class with a western theme! My Cowboy in his element!

First Day of School Lunch visit from his 2 favorite Girls a family ritual!
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And so I bragged about the 2-1/2hrs. of free time I was going to have when the kids started school. Lesson learned don't brag about unknown feelings. As I dropped PeterRay off to his new school the butterflies began, we were greeted by my good friend Vickie and her PTA friends the bell rang and I felt pretty good. Note pretty good not great, I had 3 more hours left with my baby and by noon I was supposed to be free of kids. Turned out the 2-1/2hr break I was bragging about didn't mean a thing to me as we parted at noon that afternoon. I found myself in a daze, feeling literally heartbroken. I called my BFF to console me and as we weeped together she assured me Sophia would be OK. Maybe she was right I thought as I  caught my breath in the Target bathroom. However one thing was for sure I wasn't alright. Preschool is overrated as I tried to convince myself, she can write her name, knows her ABC's and can count to 20, knows her shapes and colors. What was all this drama really for?  As the days and weeks are passing turns out we both are having a tough time being apart from each other. I guess the real heartache is will she ever feel this way again about me. The longing to be by my side? Wanting my company? Helping me travel around town running errands and talking to me about her likes and dislikes. So many of my friends have children and constantly remind me of how fast time goes by and to enjoy it now because in a few years she wont want to be around me. This I truly believe is where the real heartache stemmed from. I blog and journal for my children, for the what ifs and the just in case's. What if they forgot how much I love them. How I love talking with them over P&J's and hearing how they perceive things. How I love the choices they make while I'm driving and ask me so politely to change my country music to Gods music. How Peter Ray constantly wants to hold my hand in public and be my little partner until Daddy gets home or how Sophia out of know where will tell me your the best mommy every. In the past I was always so anxious for the next step, what was around the corner what my future had in store for me. Now all I want is time, I want the clock of life to slow down so I can relish a bit longer in this wonderful life of motherhood God gave me. Wish I could set an alarm clock and set far far into the future.....

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