sebastian’s sixth birthday party was yesterday. charles was/is ill, but still managed to make a very great superman cake, which sebastian had requested and loved.
we held the party on middle island at the boat club, which meant that the kids could take a ferry ride. some of the kids liked it, some didn’t. they liked playing zombies and the treasure hunt. all in all, it was a good party and the Lord heard my prayers and the weather was fantastic.
grandad doug is here and of course the kids are short on sleep and are being appalling with their manners/whinging/irritatingness. it didn’t hit me until four days into his visit when he was lecturing one of them (not inappropriately, and if you remember, i like it when someone correctly disciplines my kids) on something, that he might be saying to himself, "wow these are terrible kids, so bad mannered, whingy, repulsive, etc"
it was just a passing thought, because i know how tired/sick the kids are right now and really, i know that they are pretty well behaved. and if sebastian didn’t eat the salad on his plate, well, that just is the way things are some days. pick your battles is key for me, and i could have either asked tired sebastian to eat his salad and been miserable making him, OR i could have let it slide. i chose option two. i wanted to have a nice chat with doug.
coughing& feverish charles didn’t come out with us today, he stayed at home while doug and i took the kids to church and then out to lunch & a play. the kids were overtired; after church sebastian even said that he wanted to go home, but charles is going to shanghai tomorrow and needed to sleep undisturbed so i didn’t let the varmits head home. but when we eventually got home with the whingy crew, we learned that charles hadn’t slept the entire time as i had expressly instructed him to do!
husbands!
