Year of the Pocketknife

Andrew turned 9 this past week! He is such a character. See if you can guess what his favorite present was this year:

Kind of scary, I know. Liam also got a pocketknife when he turned 9, so I guess that is now the traditional age in our family to receive one. It has been funny to see how differently they use them. Liam was always very careful and has almost always kept his in its case in his sock drawer (a place we suggested to keep it out of the hands of wee brothers). Andrew, on the other hand, carries his with him whenever he can, and uses it whenever he can! He has found several good whittling sticks in the yard already, and likes to speculate as to what types of different tasks he can now accomplish with this great multi-tool.

Per Andrew's request, we had dinner at IHOP. He wasn't afraid to tell the waiter, "It's my birthday, and I know what happens on your birthday at IHOP." So he had this dessert after dinner:


Then it was home for birthday cake to share with everyone. We actually almost forgot about it, and everyone was being crazy (yes, that sometimes happens at our house--whose idea was it anyway, to give the 3 oldest boys swords for birthdays and Halloween?!) so I was tempted to send everyone to bed without cake. I decided that probably wouldn't earn me any Mom of the Year awards, so I grumpily herded everyone together. Andrew had received the last two books in the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series, and you can see that he could hardly tear himself away, even to blow out the candles:

Eating cake made everyone happier, and I sent them to bed with a guilt-free conscience knowing we had a picture of him with his 9th birthday cake.

The Big Toe Year

Liam had a birthday, and can no longer show his age using just fingers. He got creative to add that extra digit.

Festivities were dampened a little by the fact that three of his brothers (Aidan, Andrew, and as of today, Colin) have what is most likely swine flu. But I allowed him to play the Wii this afternoon, usually a no-no on a school night, and he beat a game he's been at for months. So there were some perks.

He chose artichokes for dinner, a family favorite. Our second course was fondue-style hot dogs, which was a big hit. Both were traditions in Brandon's family while growing up.

Presents and cake rounded it all off (in that order--it drives me crazy! I grew up with cake then presents). He is such a great kid, and we love having him in our family. Hopefully his brothers haven't given him a present that oinks and lasts about a week!


UPDATE: Liam did come down with the flu the day after his birthday. How kind of it to wait!

One Year Old and All BOY!

Logan dove right into his very own cupcake (we opted not to give him a full cake).

He ate the WHOLE thing, not just the frosting (if only I could say as much for all his brothers).

My mom made a beautiful, yummy cake that was enjoyed by the grown-ups.

Ready to play video games with his brothers.

Sir Logan on his gallant steed, sword at the ready!