Party In The Park

All morning I listened to Jack fret and tell me, "I don't think anyone is going to come, Mom." He was referring to our monthly playdate with other homeschooling families, that I had also organized as a small party for Jack's birthday at the "purple hippopotamus park". We spent the morning getting Jack a handsome buzz cut, collecting cupcakes with mountains of frosting, and gathering balloons and goodie bag accessories.

Jack, still fighting bronchial problems, was pretty down on himself an hour before the party, questioning who was coming, and then doubting my answers. Where does he get this??? Thankfully, the party was wonderful, we were in good company, and Dad was also able to take time out of the day to make an entrance. Jack snapped out of his doubting funk, and was soon running around amongst friends. Here are a few highlights:

Hanging out with his buddy from gymnastics and AWANA:


Jack demonstrating a lack of control when it comes to waiting to blow out candles. (Blown out before we could get past the second line in the birthday song):


Grace's favorite part of the park was climbing up some perfect climbing trees: