{"id":522,"date":"2011-05-02T08:49:00","date_gmt":"2011-05-02T12:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/monday-may-2-2011\/"},"modified":"2011-05-02T08:49:00","modified_gmt":"2011-05-02T12:49:00","slug":"monday-may-2-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/monday-may-2-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"Monday May 2, 2011"},"content":{"rendered":"

It seems that April closed without my permission.  I want these days of near perfect weather to extend into at least thirty-six hour versions of themselves.  There just isn’t enough time in one day to soak up enough sunshine or do all the fun Spring things.<\/p>\n

Spring is a fun time for us.  In four months time we celebrate four birthdays.  I love birthdays.  April is Adam’s month.  A very special friend of ours celebrated in an even bigger way on Adam’s birthday this year.  She got married!  Adam was a little disappointed that it meant no big family birthday party for him.  He’s gotten so used to having tons of uncles and aunts and cousins to come celebrate that he thinks it’s the norm.  We talked through all the, “it doesn’t always work that way” talks and the, “look at the special ways you do get to celebrate and look how we’ll spread your birthday out and you get to have lots of birthday” talks and in the end he was his normal, flexible, adorable self.  In fact, I’ve heard him tell several people since, “I got to celebrate my birthday all weekend!”  Oh, I love him.<\/p>\n

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Since David and I had music rehearsal for the wedding the afternoon and evening before his birthday, we went out for dinner two nights prior.  Adam had chosen Red Lobster months before and we told him he could choose anything he wanted.  Well, he wanted alright.  He wanted crab legs and lobster and shrimp and I think he mentioned octopus at one point.  He ordered the biggest lobster platter on the menu and ate. every. single. bite of seafood on it except for the taste David and I both got.  David ate his fries because he was stuffed.  I wonder why?
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The next day he celebrated his birthday at school.  Having a birthday means you get to forget the blue uniform for the day.  It also means your mom will bring a snack to school so you can have a little party.  Since Adam is all into space related books right now, his party was pretty easy to plan.  A space shuttle cake, astronaut outfits for the attendees, and snacks that defy the lack of gravity.  I made hi-fiber bars<\/a> in the shape of balls and wrapped them in tinfoil.  We drank out of plastic bags with straws and, of course, there is always cake.  And after that nice little sugar high I bet his teacher was glad to only have a little over an hour of class time left.  <\/p>\n

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The morning of his birthday before our out of town guests got up, Adam opened his present.  Can I just say how much I love my little scientist?  Already we get to discuss all kinds of cool science facts and it delights me to no end.  He absorbs facts like sugar in a bloodstream and spits them back out at random times completely surprising me with all he remembers.  <\/p>\n

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From the baby in the flowerpot to a responsible seven year old.  Happy Birthday, little man with the missing teeth.<\/p>\n

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