The End of the World??

December 13, 2012

“Mom, mom! Look what I made in computer class today!”  Emma said excitedly as she burst in the house after school. 

It was a calendar for the month of December and she proudly showed me how she had even added special dates to the calendar to personalize it. I looked over the calendar and was impressed with her hard work but then I noticed one small error.

“You did a wonderful job Emma, but right here where you have Dad’s birthday it’s on the wrong day. His birthday is on December 22nd, but you have it down on the 21st.”

She came over to take a closer look and then smiled and said, “Oh, that’s right! The 21st is the end of the world!  Dad’s birthday is on the 22nd, and Christmas is on the 25th.  I guess I’ll need to fix that because we all know the end of the world is before Dad’s birthday this year.”

We were both laughing when Ethan came in the room and asked what was so funny. I showed him Emma’s calendar and after a quick review he caught the error and said, “I made a calendar like this in computer class too. Yours is wrong though, because Dad’s birthday is on the 22nd.” 

Ethan reached in his pocket and took out a little square of paper that had been folded in half 3 or 4 times.  “Here’s my calendar” he said as he unfolded the paper square. “See, Dad’s birthday is on the 22nd.”

“Yeah, that’s what mom reminded me.”  Emma said as she continued to look over his calendar. “Wow, you even remembered to put the end of the world on your calendar. Great job Ethan!” 

I glanced at Ethan’s calendar and sure enough, on the 21st he had written “End of the world??”

Now before you start thinking that Dwight and I are crazy for letting our kids believe the world is going to end a week from today I need to explain that this has been a family joke for the past few months since Dwight’s birthday is one day after the end of the Mayan calendar. Back in late October the twins heard about the Mayan calendar ending on 12/21/12 and the speculation by some that it would be the end of world.

“What! The world is going to end on December 21st?” Dwight played along, “Of course! That’s just my luck! The world is going to end on the 21st and my birthday is the 22nd!  Well, I guess there is no need to buy me a birthday present!”    

The kids all know that 12/21/12 will come and go and will be just another day on the calendar. They know that life will go on as normal (well, as “normal” as life can be with four kids) and we will still get to enjoy cake and ice cream on their father’s birthday.

August 2012 042That reminds me … I need to get going on making that happen.   Note to self: buy Dwight’s birthday present this weekend and don’t forget to order the birthday cake!

Party in the Parsonage

January 25, 2012

The past two weeks have been just party, party, party here in the parsonage. “What could be that party-worthy?” you may be thinking. Well, if you guessed a birthday you would be wrong. But if you guessed TWO birthdays you would right on the money.  The twins, Emma and Ethan (aka: Fred and Ethel), turned nine last week and we have been celebrating their birthday like it was Mardi Gras. 

Party # 1 was with my side of the family (grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc) and with 9 grandchildren on that side of the family it was one rowdy party!  We had ice cream cake to top off a delicious taco dinner – a birthday fiesta!

Then a few days later we had party # 2 which was a high energy bouncing party at an inflatable wonderland called Monkey Joe’s with cousins from the other side of the family.

Later that same evening we had Party # 3 with my husband’s parents where there was lots of yummy food and, of course, cake (what’s a party without cake?)

After that party was over and we got the kids home and tucked in bed I found myself up at 2:00 am making brownies and scotcharoos for the class party(s) the following day (Party # 4 & # 5 since the twins are in separate classrooms).

Party #6 was on their actual birthday and was a small intimate gathering of just our family and we ate dinner, sang “Happy Birthday”, opened presents and …. Hmmmm …. What else? Oh, yeah … ate cake!

Then this past weekend we had Party # 7 at the parsonage and it was an exciting hour-and-a-half of high energy boys screaming and cheering in one room and giggling, giddy girls laughing and squealing in the other.  Ethan and all his friends played football in our living room (with a Nerf football, thank goodness) while Emma and her friends painted nails (toes and fingers) and made cards with stamps and colored markers in the family room (my coffee table …. my poor, poor, coffee table).  They did all congregate in the same room for the important stuff like when the pizza was served, when it was time for cake and when they were opening presents. But other than that the girls pretty much stayed in one room and the boys in the other.

After Party # 7 was over and the kids had all gone home (well, except the four that live here – we let them stay) I walked through the house trying to decide where to start cleaning up the party aftermath.

Ethan was eating his third piece of birthday cake for the evening and asked, “So, is that all the parties we are gonna have?”

“Yep, that’s about it. Mommy is about partied out and needs a siesta before we have any more fiestas!”

“Oh, I get it.” Ethan said with a smile. “Siesta and Fiesta rhyme.  I know what a fiesta is, but what is a siesta?”

“It’s a nap” I said sighing as I wiped chocolate frosting out of the carpet.

“Why would you need a nap?” he asked innocently. “Parties don’t make me tired at all. They just make me very hyper and happy!”