Even though the world seems to have pushed pause – everyone still grows older. Bennett is a year older and in his excitement this evening, he awarded this the “very best birthday”. Yes, he’s only 9, but he’s had some great birthdays if I do say so myself – but evidently they paled in comparison to today – quite possibly the only birthday in the history of birthdays that we didn’t even leave the house.
Bennett is our middle child and he makes sure we don’t forget him.
He’s often found singing, very loudly, throughout the house. He’s the first to ask Alexa to play a song and he’s working on memorizing artists and their songs.
He loves to read – probably more than anyone in the family.
He’s our early riser. He gets so upset when he has to go to bed and he knows people are staying up – but the kid doesn’t sleep in regardless of how late he went to bed. We recently had a bed time disagreement and as we talked it out, in frustration he blurted out, “I hate being a morning person, I don’t want to be a morning person!!” As much as he hates it, it doesn’t change the fact that the very next morning he woke up before 6am and couldn’t go back to sleep.
He’s wiling to do things even if he’s not the best or if it makes him look ridiculous. He’s not afraid to laugh at himself. This results in him always having fun – he doesn’t stand on the outside of the circle.
He works best on a schedule and if it’s a minute past noon he will be requesting lunch regardless if we ate brunch at 10:30.
He’s emotional and tender. He can be easily frustrated, but he also recognizes others hurt faster than anyone else.
We had doughnuts and fruit for breakfast (balance in all thing of course!) Home church. Present opening. Games. Requested dinner – hot diggity dogs. And Dairy Queen blizzard cake.
He felt special and loved and in our current environment I couldn’t hope for anything more.
In our family, when you turn 4 years old, you get your first friend birthday party and it’s kind of a big deal. Briggs has been talking about his party for some time – what he wants to eat at this party, who he’s going to invite. It’s been a constant conversation. His birthday was before spring break but his friends were busy so we pushed off his party until after break. Little did I know the world would look a little different.
His party is no longer. I would say it’s postponed but by the time we can actually gather again in groups he will have forgotten about it all together. In fact, already, he hasn’t mentioned it since spring break. So as much as it kills me to not throw the party – its just not going to happen. One of the many things that has change rapidly over the course of the last two weeks.
Luckily, we celebrated him as a family so he’s not totally missing out.
He loved his birthday bucket and all his goods – the best way to start the day!
When friends would ask him what he got for his birthday the first thing he always mentioned was his very own BIG gatorade – a simple reminder that four-year-olds are easy to please!
I’m happy we made it to McDonald’s with a couple of his friends. We’ll look back at this fondly and refer to it as the McDonald’s themed party!
Hallie made a special gift for Briggs. (Let me just say she’s the absolute best). She photoshopped their heads on to a PJ Masks picture – they will forever be Catboy and Owlet – its their thing!
We gathered the Sunday before his birthday with Steve’s family and he got the traditional family birthday song and he loved the attention – but he loved the sugar cookie cake even more.
He woke up early and has been bouncing off the walls all day long in excitement. It was one of his top 4 birthdays for sure.
When we brought Briggs home, we knew he was the caboose and that alone makes him unique in our family.
Here’s a snapshot of our new four-year-old:
Briggs has a big personality – he reminds me most of Bennett at this age. Everything is big and loud in his little world.
He loves his friends. He’s more social at his age than any of our other kids – probably because I don’t have anymore little kids at home and I can facilitate all his little play dates.
He’s quite the little reader. His preschool teacher is amazing and he’s already read 25 books in the last couple weeks.
He loves saturday morning cartoons. You would think the youngest would watch more tv than the others but its quite the opposite. I don’t have to distract him as often and we’re not often around in the evenings so he lives for Saturday mornings when he can wake up and watch some toons.
He always wants to be near Hallie. He wants to eat dinner next to her. He wants to read next to her. He wants Hallie.
He goes to bed so easily for me – but he gives others a run for their money including Steve, Hallie and even my mom when she was visiting. He knows it won’t work with me!
He loves playing Sorry, trains, micro machine cars and magformers.
He gets dressed by himself and for the life of him can never find two matching shoes despite me asking him to put them in the bucket by the door every time we walk in the door.
He loves his primary class at church (or Big Nursery as he calls it) and likes to impress his teachers by giving answers.
He’s dramatic. Slumped shoulders. Pouty lips. Sad eyes. He’s got it down.
He’s at a great age. Squeaky little voice. Dirty little feet. Pants usually falling from his small waist and always wanting to wear a zipped hoodie.
14-year-olds celebrate birthdays a little different from 6-year-olds – there were no birthday crowns being worn all day to inform everyone it’s your birthday.
Hallie’s birthday started bright and early before school with a trip to Dutch Brothers for smoothies with friends. Hallie would’ve preferred to ditch school and hang with these girls all day but that plan wasn’t on the table.
Steve did pick her up for lunch at In-n-Out, which is much cooler than having your parents come to junior high lunch. Less attention is what she was going for!
She opened presents before heading to tennis for the night.
We ended the night at Soda Shop for a special birthday drink and a rousing game of Jenga – doesn’t get better than that!
You know what I love about 6-year-olds – they proudly wear their birthday crown from their teacher ALL. DAY. LONG. They’re not embarrassed by it or think it a nuisance – they do their school work in it, they eat lunch with it, they run all around the playground at recess, they ride the bus home with it – the crown becomes part of who they are. Everyone needs to know it’s a 6-year-olds birthday! And I adore it. (and the boy wearing the crown!)
Another thing I love about 6-year-olds: they love any and every gift you give them. Disappointment is not a possibility on this special day. Every present is the most exciting and the very best despite the simpleness of it all. Oh to be six again!
He’s at the age where its cool and fun for your parents and younger brother to bring you lunch at school for your birthday – his lunch of choice: a bean burrito from Taco Bell.
He really is the happiest. I think its part personality, part age – but either way we love it!