So Blake turned 6 yesterday. We celebrated on Sunday. He took a couple of friends to the Astros game, along with their fathers. Then their families came here for dinner and cupcakes. We gave Blake a basketball goal, and the boys had a great time breaking it in. What began as "shooting a few" turned into a hybrid of basketball and football in which traveling and tackling were perfectly acceptable. Blake had a great time. Here are a few pics from the party.
Blake is an amazing boy who has made parenting him a breeze. He's low maintenance, funny and scary smart. Some of my favorite things about him are:
He has style. He actually came down the stairs in the below outfit last Sunday. (I didn't say it was good style:)
He loves gas stations.
He can beat Andy in a game of "match the Astro player to their number".
He loves to watch ballgames with his Daddy.
All things school-related come completely naturally to him (which is a good thing...it might make up for his lack of style:).
Other kids like him. This is, in my opinion, a rare thing for a kid as smart as he is. Really smart kids usually lack social skills. But I'm always amazed at the number of kids at school (K through 5) who know his name . Everyone seems to want to be his friend.
He's funny. Granted, sometimes he doesn't intend to be. But he keeps us grinning.
He prizes good behavior. Each day, he is dying to tell me who was on yellow and red. He's particularly happy when he managed to pull off a green day.
He's predictable. For instance, every time we sit down to a family meal, it takes him about 5 minutes to excuse himself to poop.
He's neat. His room is the cleanest room in the house. He hates it when friends come over and rip his room apart. He likes things to be where they go, and if he doesn't know where they go, he will hound me and hound me until I help him figure out a place to put them.
He's transparent. If he doesn't know what you're talking about, you can see it on his face. Then you can see the moment he catches on, as a little smirk crosses his lips and his eyes light up as if to say "Oh, I get it".
He adores his sister. Even though they fight from time to time, he's lonely without her, and he likes to be near her.
He loves his little brothers. He takes his job as big brother pretty seriously and tries to play with them and help out whenever he thinks of it.
He loves any kind of slapstick or body humor. Burping, tooting, etc. are all hilarious. And he loves America's Funniest Home Videos. I've never understood how watching people hurt themselves is funny, but he just giggles and giggles.
Oh, and his laugh. His laugh is infectious. I especially love it when he's a little tired and gets his giggle box turned over. He will laugh until it hurts, and it's the cutest thing in the world.
All in all, I am so blessed to be mom to a kid that I not only love, but I really like. Happy birthday, Blakey blake! I love you.
