“Looks like we made it……..” Barry Manilow croons in his song of the same name from 1976. That line was going through my mind as I posted on Facebook that Timotheus the Freezer Scientist turned 8 yesterday, freeing the age of seven for some other wiggly little boy to use.
After waiting patiently through the morning, an amazing feat for a child with ADHD in very capital letters, we all gathered in the living room for Timmy to open his presents.
|Playing with his presents.|
It was a lot of fun watching him open his gifts, seeing the looks of delight and surprise on his face, and especially when he kept saying, “Sweet!” as he saw each one.
The funny thing was, it was like hearing a teenager say it as you handed him the keys to his own car.
Which was, in a way, what Timmy was receiving. He got a sweet set of Matchbox cars, a sweet carrier truck that launches said cars, a sweet racetrack, and an aw--cool Scooby Doo shirt. His descriptive reactions italicized.
Then he said thank you for them all and cleaned up the wrapping paper. Okay……alien being, what have you done with my child?? Nah, seriously, Timmy is very polite when it comes to manners like that.
|At East Buffet for lunch.|
For birthdays in our family, the Chosen One gets to choose where to go for lunch. Timmy decided on an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet that we have been to for years. The food is good, the variety great, and the price even better.
|Um, orange you glad they had fun?|
Half the fun for the kids is going up to the massive steam tables of Chinese food goodness and choosing what they’d like on their plates.
And then there is even ice cream afterwards. Oh my.
I had brought my camera, of course. I’m not sure if the other patrons were confused or just mildly amused as I moved into various positions near our table, snapping pictures.
We ate heartily and goofed around a bit (our oh-so-serious family? really?) and went on home so Michael could take the boys to the park for a while and toss around the football.
|Chinese buffet wouldn't be complete|
without doing the quarter machines.
Later on at night, I threw together a kaleidoscopic collection of leftovers for a fun and colorful supper. Didn’t that sound like a party? ;)
Well, okay, so really I cleaned out the fridge and made my family eat it all to save on trash bags. I’m thrifty like that.
And then it was time for cake. Eight candles were inserted and lit, the song was sung, and Timotheus blew them out with all the enthusiasm eight year olds have. Plus some.
|Jack it up! Woot! Woot!|
And as the birthday boy, he got the piece with the most frosting on it. Oh yes, all that sugar at 8 p.m. Just to be sure he had enough energy to do whatever it is that Freezer Scientists do in their dreams…….