Happy Birthday

This past weekend we had FIVE birthday parties. Seriously. None of which were random school friends I had only heard of in passing so we were committed to all five. Or ready to be committed. You know, whatever.

We kicked off the weekend with my cousins 16th birthday party sleepover (which was really more for Kaitlyn than the rest of us, but still required a card, gift, and transportation so it counts). I pulled up to my aunt's house to see my cousin and 7 or 8 of her friends on the front lawn, in bikinis, washing their hair with the hose. Luckily, the sex offender web site doesn't have anyone listed as living within camcorder distance.

Saturday, Bekkah was shuttled from guitar lessons to a Jazzercise party for one of her Girl Scout friends to a bounce house party for the sixth birthday of family friends. I missed out on Jazzercise but got to the bounce house party in plenty of time to see our friends husband nearly topple the whole thing. This is why adults should never go into a bounce house (end of sentance?), encourage the kids to attack, and then retreat to the corner. 

While at the party, we got to watch a mama and papa bird feed their young in a birdhouse in the backyard. I wasn's fast enough to get a picture of an actual feeding so I braved a parental attack and got this (meh) shot a baby bird inside the nest. In fact, I have about 15 of these exact same shots. Finally figured out that I wasn't going to get a face shot since the babies were looking up at the camera hoping for some regurgitated worms. Sorry guys, the iPhone doesn't have the feature. Yet.

Sunday brought my grandfather's 90th surprise birthday party. Yes. 90. And no, he is not in a nursing home or wheelchair. He doesn't have dementia. He doesn't even use a walker. Just two semi-functional hearing aides. In fact he was even driving up until about two years ago (which is really more scary than impressive). 

The weekend ended by dropping Bekkah off at another Girl Scout friend's house for a sixth birthday sleepover. The term "sleep" being used very loosely here. Apparently the girls didn't actually fall asleep until 11:00pm and were up at 4:30 this morning.

Anyway, all this birthday partying and baby birds and 90th birthday cake (which I didn't eat) has me thinking of life and the precious moments we miss every day. 

So today, I am going to look at my kids baby pictures with them. And hug them tighter. And enjoy their rambling stories about who played with what toy at day care. And tonight, I am going to watch my baby girl enjoy her first real concert. She is growing up so fast. Too fast.