Michael turns 6! (about 3 months ago...)

Yeah, I know,  it's about time.

Let's just not talk about it and move on...

Michael turned 6 back in November. Here he is about to run through the barrier that is officially keeping him from actually being 6. His last moments as a five year old (sniff....sniff)

Chelsea helped me make these cute robots (thank you pinterest) for his class birthday treat. 

We wanted to take things easy on ourselves (me). We splurged and had his party hosted at a local gymnastics center. It. Was. AWESOME!

They had three huge rooms that the kids could run around and play in. A giant bounce house,

 zipline, 

jump-track,  and a center for littler kids.

  After getting a few things set up, I realized the kids were being quiet, so I went to track them down. 

When I found them, I laughed and just watched. They played in this little wooden bus for about 10-15 minutes! With all the awesome, Active things to do, they chose to play pretend in a school bus.

I didn't have to do a thing for this party. They had two hosts their who led the kids in activities and games. Of course, one being the parachute.

They made a giant tent for Michael and he did some serious dance moves for us in the middle.

Then we tried to wrap him up in the chute, and then pull fast to make him spin....but it didn't really work. 

Then they had a nerf-gun war. They turned off all the lights, and had a disco ball shining and the kids went crazy. 

Michael wanted a Bey-blade cake, or a pokemon cake, and while I've done some pretty awesome (ahem) cakes in the past, this was way past my level of frosting. I can frost with different colors and add sprinkles, but artwork? Nah...

So, I made cupcakes in ice-cream cones. He loved it. (Phew!)

He got some really cool stuff from his friends,

We made him wait to open his family presents until Dan got home from work, so he got to stare at them all. day. long. :) 

He was most excited about this...

And a lot less excited about this:

(but isn't he sooo handsome in it?!)

Here's his mini cake from the left-over batter and frosting from the cupcakes. Just enough for all of us to get one piece. 

Happy Birthday Potatoe!

Michael's Christmas program

Here is a sneak peak of my silly boy:

I'm so glad I brought our video camera. I'll try to upload some video footage. 

Basically, they had the kids singing along with a CD. 

I think they were supposed to sing at this moment...or Michael was just being goofy. 

I love everything about this picture. Captures my Michael PERFECTLY.

This could have been before or after his interpretive 

SOLO dance 

to the song "Happy Birthday baby Jesus!"

Much thanks to my friend Laurel for capturing this moment! 

Overheard at our house...

Setting: Eating dinner at Grandma and Grandpa Perry's house.

Michael: (babling about something random. I wish I can remember what he said, but I took too long to post this)

Mom: (starts to snicker at something he said)

Michael: (Turns to me with upset/hurt look on his face)
Mom! Why you laughing at your baby?!

Trying to stay little....

I've finally come to the realization that my baby boy is no longer a baby...and is probably way past the age when he can be taking showers with mom. I don't feel I've ever encouraged him, but I rarely get a shower before Dan leaves...so I usually have to when Michael is awake. I try to preoccupy him with a movie or a toy, but he's not easily entertained..unless it is with food or dirt. For this reason, I have to leave the bathroom door propped open so I can hear if disaster strikes while I race through my shower. I usually don't even notice he's in the bathroom until he asks for help to get his shirt off..the rest of him already completely naked.

So, what am I supposed to do? Say no and accept the risk of having a disgusting accident happen on my carpet? NO WAY. So, I plop in the tub while I quickly finish showering...get dressed, get him dressed...and of course..stick him in time out.

Okay, now that I've give my excuses....this morning I was trying to get in the shower and Michael runs in the bathroom tugging at his clothes
"Macko Boy showah wit momma!"
"No, Michael. I'm sorry, but you're just getting to big to shower with mommy."
His face hurt and dejected...looks up at me and says
"No, Macko boy still liddle!"

It broke my heart, but I remained firm. Got him out the Dora tent and got him excited about making me a picnic ready for after my shower. Why do they have to grow so quickly?!