He loves cheeseburgers and superheroes and legos.
He leaps everywhere he goes.
His smile lights up a room.
My tiny little ray-of-sunshine baby is an ever-growing and often-storm-cloudy 6-year-old today.
Yesterday we spent some time running and walking the bases at a local baseball field, and then we played Poohsticks in a tiny stream, and it was one of the best let’s-kill-some-time hours I’ve ever spent.
Happy birthday, Petey. You’re my whole heart.
I hadn’t heard of the cinquain before I decided to write some poems for NaBloPoMo. It’s a poetry form developed by a lady named Adelaide Crapsey — I know — who was a fan of Japanese poetry forms such as haiku. You can see that influence in the cinquain, which is a five-line poem consisting of 22 syllables (two syllables in the first line, four in the second, six in the third, eight in the fourth and two in the last line).
I like a good firmly structured poem, don’t you? And so here it is, my first-ever attempt at a cinquain. I hope Ms. Crapsey would enjoy it.
This Is
Football.
Saturday night.
He’s on the couch, and I’m
online; it’s the closest we’ve been
all week.
The kids and I got a nice early start yesterday, and we actually made good use of it by doing all of their schoolwork before co-op. Then I spent a few hours talking oven pancakes and My Little Pony with a shrewdness of homeschoolers, and after co-op Rockford met me at home to hang out with the kids for a bit while I went to DMV to renew my drivers license.
Poppy had “Nutcracker” rehearsal yesterday evening, so I got to open my presents — new shoes! unicorn socks! record-album coasters! — early. After Poppy’s rehearsal, we met some friends at Firehouse Subs so I could get my free birthday brisket sandwich.
And then we went back home, where my friend Carrie presented me with the Best Carrot Cake Ever, which she made with lots and lots of cream cheese frosting.
It was a tasty, tasty birthday.
