Will's Great Eighth Birthday

On Wednesday our man Will-O turned eight! Impossible to believe he's so old when we still think of him as a chubby, jolly baby. But here he is showing his Pokeball to Fluffy, who was having a grand time with the cast-off paper. Christmas will be lots of fun.
Will chose to have meatloaf with mashed potatoes, gravy, carrots and broccoli for dinner. He really wanted the buffalo meatloaf, but we can't buy it here any more, so Mama made homemade Meatloaf for the first time and the Joy of Cooking came through for us. He got chocolate cake for the family party, and lemon for his friends.

We ended up giving him an old-school Atari game complete with "Pong" and "Asteroids." We are such lame parents that even if we actually do give in and buy video games, they MUST be lame ones. We are forcing reverse nostalgia on our kids so that we all can sit around in 2040 and say "remember the sounds those Space Invaders made back in our childhood?" How economical--that's both our own childhood and our chidrens' childhood that we will be talking about. mrrr MRRR mrrr MRRR mrr MRRR Bzoink! Bzoink!
What do you get when you put eight eight-year olds into a room and pump them up with sugar, fat and carbs? Ribald songs, inappropriate noises, appalling jokes, repulsive stories, and all of this happens at decibles that would drown out a jet engine. Rob's folklore professor would have had a field day with all the versions of Joy to the World with new lyrics about principals, dynamite and toilets (or BBQ and beheading). We also had them popping balloons on the trampoline, which made this into an extreme birthday party. Will ripped through the presents, then we drove up to the movie theatre and watched Madagascar 2. Rob stuck no fewer than 8 theater-sized boxes of candy into his pants and put on a blazer. Never overestimate the IQ of pimply, underpaid theater staff. Rob's Junior Mints shimmy was definitely the high point for MA, though a close second was learning that Sugar Babies and Milk Duds are not as good as Junior Mints, but they are all outshone by Whoppers. Who knew anyone liked malted candy?

After the movie, and about fourteen more versions of the "I gotcha where I wantcha, and now I'm gonna eatcha!" joke, we dropped off Evan, Will W, Austin, Ethan, Mark, Johnny, and Jacob. Will-O received excellent gifts, including Legos to build, card games to play, Star-Wars figurines to launch through the air and YuGiYo cards to hustle.
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Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday, Will! It looks like it was an excellent one. I'm not sure my kids know all the versions of Joy to the World; it looks like we need to get you guys together again soon.
Anonymous said…
Happy Birthday Will! It was great to see all your presents on the Webcam this afternoon. Glad you had a good birthday. See you soon.
Grandma (and Grandpa) Shumway

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