Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

PreSchool Birthday Party Sunday! Owen turned five.

Big Success!

And I have more proof Shane's mine (the first 20 seconds or so should get the point across).

The party favors were a huge hit. Shane blew on his noisemaker so much it got clogged with cake. Strangely, no one was willing to clean it out for him (he asked!).

Afterwards, we went by the used sporting goods store. It's about time to teach Shane how to play catch.

We swung by Costco for milk, but suffered a catastrophe when we got home. Shane's new party favor slinky was BENT!

That's what happens when you sling it around like you're Indiana Jones, Jr. 

Shane had a hard time accepting that. He pouted through multiple rooms until he threw himself on the couch. He threw some junk on top for extra drama.

Shane didn't get a lot of sympathy on this one. I let him crash on the couch for 15 minutes and then he was good to go. Frankly, the birthday party was scheduled for nap time. I bet he was overtired.

We went outside to play some baseball when the world was bright again.

And then Shane wanted to go down the path. It looked a lot different without the undergrowth. It's a lot less reminiscent of The Hobbit when I can see through to the playground and basketball courts.

Shane's eyes were rooted on rocks and waterfalls.

Trees are a blast, too. We played until he fell ankle deep into the water.

Meanwhile, Carrie turned her target into a pincushion. The weather was too nice to be inside!

Thus, our weekend ended. I was a little late writing this, but I'm caught up now.