Today is Ali’s eighth birthday.
And, in my ongoing effort to lazify my life, she has to share it with her brother.
(On here, anyway.)
His birthday is six days before Christmas, and hers is 14 days after Christmas. This unfortunate timing may make me the worst sort of Mom when it comes to actually focusing on my kid’s birthdays, but I do try.
Noah had a small family birthday party for his fourth birthday (Hot Wheels Themed by his request – who knew Party City carried that?),
And Ali had two dear friends spend the night for her birthday celebration.
Although I may have fallen down on the job of spectacular Pinterestified birthday blowouts, I think they both had fairly decent years…
(Seriously. While we were down in a cozy cottage watching the sunset over the lake in Eufaula, Chris was sleeping in his office for two nights – because he couldn’t leave.
But I’m off track. This post is about the children.
Ali was all in on our adventures,
Fully embracing the snow,
Noah…was not as confident in my vacation planning skills.
But he managed to have a few moments of happiness where he, also, appreciated the beauty of our journey.
And he also got to learn how to use a wine glass, because apparently the State Park restaurant has never had children.
In February, Ali just focused on looking pretty,
While Noah was forced to do this.
Eventually, potty-training was indeed achieved – but only because my Mom asked him.
However, in a show of serious logic issues, his first dentist’s visit didn’t bother him a bit.
In March, Ali met her new best friend.
And Noah did he did what he does best – spreading mischief and bringing chaos to his sister’s perfectly aligned world.
In April, Noah met his hero and celebrity crush.
And Ali perfected her hipster artist waif look.
In May, we went to the beach with friends,
Where much bonding took place.
Wave-hopping became a skill to be mastered,
And everyone did indeed do just that.
Other happenings included Noah perfecting the art of not listening to his sister,
And Ali disapproving of her cousin’s idea of fun. Because someone might get hurt, obviously.
In June, Ali repaid Noah for all of his brotherness,
Noah studied the physics of liquid,
And they were both agreeable to my photography attempts.
In July, Superheroes abounded at our house,
as the world always needs new heroes.
There were also many playground trips,
And Ring Pops.
In August, Noah managed to get himself into more sticky situations,
was the model birthday party guest,
And started preschool.
And Ali started…Second Grade.
September was football season,
And popsicle season.
In October, our family morphed into The Lego Movie,
including a Princess Unikitty,
November brought leaf piles and hiking,
Along with a little bit of exploring.
Our surroundings seemed to highlight how giant Ali was getting,
And how tiny Noah still was.
December was a month full of adventure and intrigue, including an awkward visit with Santa,
A new excitement about running from Ali,
(including running her first unofficial 5K),
And a full appreciation for our wonderful late Alabama Autumn.
And here they are now, both another year older – eight,
And maybe a tiny bit wiser.
And now it’s time to set off on twelve months of new adventures.
Happy Birthday, kids! Maybe next year you’ll even get your own posts.