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Subtlety, or not…

Subtlety is not a trait most children practice, so I’m not sure why I’m surprised by this, but it did make me laugh. We’ve been LA Kings season ticket holders since 2000. We are loyal fans, sticking by our team through it all, year after year, quietly shouldering the lowest of the lows, when they are not playing well or making the playoffs.

So this is a good year for us, with them being the Western Conference Champions and heading to the Stanley Cup finals.

Being extra proud of my team, I asked hunky hubby to put a Kings sticker on the Mommy Buggy. I had one on the first Mommy Buggy but after the accident I guess we just never got around to putting a Kings sticker on Mommy Buggy 2. Excited at a) anything that has to do with the Kings and b) anything that has to do with stickers, my son said he would help daddy pick one out. To give you a little perspective, Fussypants is a huge hockey fan and an even bigger Kings fan. His name was inspired by a former Kings captain, he attended his first game when he was 16 days old, he took his Kings hockey stick on vacation to Costa Rica when he was 22 months old and in almost every picture I have of him, he is either wearing his Kings jersey or has his hockey stick.

Fussypants at his first Kings game, before he even had his nickname!

Now, I’ve never really been one to advertise products. I’m not a walking billboard, I don’t wear many clothes with logos on them, nor do I go out of my way to endorse any specific product. I prefer to be more subtle, if you will. A funny aside on brandishing logos…once, in the 90s when it was cool, I was wearing a pair of Juicy sweats that had the Juicy label large and in charge on the bum. My nomadic sister-in-law, who resides mostly in Alaska, didn’t realize Juicy was a brand and thought I was commenting on the state of my derriere. But back to being subtle. I trusted my boys to pick a sticker for the mommy buggy and mistakenly assumed they’d choose a small Kings logo or the word Kings. Not the case. They went all out, choosing the boldest statement they could.

LA Kings, your 2012 Western Conference Champs

Fussypants proudly told me that he “choosed” it himself, so that’s that. And I couldn’t be more proud. Go Kings Go!

 

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Turning FIVE & getting to be “only-child” for a few hours

Fussypants is five years old. Yesterday was his birthday. I still can’t believe it. Five. 5, cinco, 5, fünf.

Crap.

Am I old enough to have an almost Kindergartner?

Ok, don’t answer that.

He had an amazing birthday, mostly because he was so excited to be 5. Seriously excited. Beyond seriously excited. I could have thrown mud at him and he’d still have had a good day. He told me that “5 is his favorite number and now he gets to be it”.

Isn’t that funny?

I started a tradition on his first birthday, of filling up his crib with balloons, then his room when he moved out of the crib. He woke up an hour earlier than normal and squealed in delight when he saw the balloons. I love that I can make him happy with something as simple as using my excess hot air (and I gave myself a headrush rush too. Bonus).

Taken at 6:33 am, because someone was too excited to sleep in, even though it was a holiday.

We had a hockey game the night of his birthday and he politely requested that his baby sister stay with Nana and Grandpa instead of going to the game so that he could sit on my lap, “because his sister never lets him sit on my lap” (such a little thing, to sit on mommy’s lap. I guess I need to be better at making one-on-one time with him).

My parents (the Nana and Grandpa of the aforementioned Nana and Grandpa) are amazing and didn’t hesitate to say Little Miss could spend the night with them. Seriously, beyond amazing. So we obliged his request and just the three of us went to the game. He had so much fun with my hubby and I because we could each hold a hand and lift him in the air (again, such a little thing but made him so happy). He very much enjoyed that all our attention was focused on him.

Getting hot chocolate before the hockey game. Nana gave him the sticker on his hat.

He was on a birthday high almost until midnight. The game went into overtime, then a shootout and by the time we got home and got him to bed it was close to 11pm. But it’s all good because he enjoyed every minute of his birthday. And in the wisdom of like mother, like son, he pulled the “it’s my birthday” phrase out several times. “I’m wearing sweatpants to the hockey game, because it’s my birthday”. “I’m having a corn dog and fries for lunch, because it’s my birthday”.

I Love It.

I’m a fan of birthdays because if you were never born, you’d never live so why not make the most of the YOUR day? And why just the day? Why not celebrate all week, or even all month? Birthdays are a season, are they not?

So, along that vein, I had a special treat for Fussypants this morning. I had bought a cake and a #5 candle but we didn’t get around to having any because of the hockey game, so I sang to him this morning and he blew out the candle and made a wish.

Yes, he got to eat a tiny piece for breakfast.

And at school today he got to wear an awesome dinosaur crown his teacher made for him and we brought cupcakes to share, since school was closed yesterday and I would have kept him home anyway because nobody should have to go to school on their birthday.

The cupcakes almost caused an issue but we sorted it out. He really wanted cupcakes with Lightning McQueen and Dinoco rings on them but the store (school policy, no homemade food for birthdays) didn’t have them so he settled for Thor rings. There were three different rings on the cupcakes and he told me he really wanted the hammer. So I said that he should get that one then and he said, “We are not allowed to throw a fit, we get what we get”. Clearly there has been cupcake infighting issues in the past in his classroom.

I can only hope he witnessed the fit, and wasn’t the one throwing it. 

So I told his teacher about his desire for the hammer ring, and she assured me the birthday boy would get first pick. Phew.

Due to the fact that the date of his birthday is kind of crappy, and the closest weekend this time around happened to be New Year’s Eve and New Years Day, we are not having his party until next Saturday. So he kind of gets to celebrate all week, because at school tomorrow they go to Chapel and that’s when they’ll sing Happy Birthday and he’ll get to pick a birthday bear or necklace (or so he tells me).

See, Birthday Season.

Fussypants says a lot of things that make me laugh but yesterday he said two things that made it into his Quotables book, so I’ll share. While walking into the hockey game he exclaimed, “Dude, someone just gave me a flat tire and I didn’t even know them” and when driving home he told us of this very elaborate play date he wants me to set-up with some of his buddies, to play street hockey. He was so detailed in the events that will transpire that I asked him, “Have you really thought this through or are you making it up on the fly?” and he responded, “I’m making it through”.

That’s my boy. My 5 year old boy. Making it through.

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Hockey Fever

My kids make me laugh. This was them, last night at the LA Kings game, between the 1st & 2nd period. They so think they are professional hockey players.

But then Little Miss saw the escalator and insisted her daddy take her up, then down.

Hubs tee says I Make Awesome Babies

And this is Fussypants, asleep in the car. He gets the mouth wide-open thing from me. We also both snore.

Written for Wordful Wednesday. Play along at Parenting BY Dummies.

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Catching up

Once again I am behind on posting pictures of my kids. So here you go family! Click on the picture for the caption.

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