Sonny Turned Six

We celebrated with a Star Wars-Lego-Costume party! That's where you put Star Wars guys on your cake, and only play Legos, and everyone wears their Halloween costumes.  It's the best.

This cake was the real deal.  Made exactly to Asher's specifications, (and I quote), "Mom, I want a cake the color of Tatooine with C-3 and R2 facing away from each other like when they part in the desert and a 6 candle in the middle." He insisted on sprinkling the "sand" on himself and placed his action figures just so. 

Asher.  Or Ash, Asher-man, Sonny, Son as he's known around these parts (Son is saved for when he's in trouble).

I think when your only boy turns six you're supposed to stop saying (thinking) things like He's the cutiest cutey doll-faced sweetie baby.  But I can't seem to help myself.  That kid, bless his heart.

Asher's friends gave him the boyiest boy toys I have ever seen.  (I know I just followed up cutiest with boyiest.  It's the latiest.) Remote-control cars, Nerf guns, Ninjago...it was wild.  The star of the show was the Pirates of the Caribbean White Cap Bay Lego set.  With approximately 12 million pieces and two hideous mermaids, it was apparently designed to tug at the heart strings, or  the I HAVE TO HAVE THAT OR I'LL DIE strings, of every 6 year old boy on the planet.  Upon its unveiling, two boys spontaneously burst into tears.

"I'll never have one of these" one cried.  His brother, a Lego master, kept his composure long enough to ask "Asher, do you even know how to put that together by yourself?"  When Asher admitted that No, his dad would help him, the sorrowful brother actually ran out the front door, with much wailing and gnashing of teeth.  It took Nate 20 mins to hunt him down.

Is there anything worse than seeing someone else get exactly what you want, knowing that they won't appreciate it like you would?  No.  There is not.  Which is why Nate and I are still chuckling in empathy to this day.

Asher was so wrapped up in the assembly of Cap'n Jack Sparrow's canoe, I don't think he even noticed when his friends were dragged from the party by their embarrassed mother.  Happy 6th Birthday, Asher.  Greedy little sweetheart.

Grandmother, Why Do you Cry?

Jensie was in a play at school.  She had 2 lines. In Korean.  (Today's title is the rough translation of one of them).  She nailed them.  I posted a video of her talking about it on Facebook.  Go watch it!

I think yesterday was the first day she had any fun and the first day I've felt any optimism about enrolling her in Korean school.  Last night I read this article and was filled with so much hope. This is going to be good.  This is going to be good.

Asher can not wait to start Korean school in March.  I'm homeschooling him until then.  He loves it.  I love it.  Next time I consider putting my kids back in public school someone better punch me in the stomach (three more times). 

This morning we spent hours putting together a new Pirates of the Caribbean Lego set Asher got for his birthday.  Legos are pretty great- patience, math and counting skills, following directions, and hand-eye coordination all rolled into one.

Anyway, that is it.  Everything is going according to plan. Which is just the way I like it.

Overheard: Frankie and Friend

Got this text from our neighbor yesterday

Ellena just informed Frankie that Santa is dead.  Frankie thought for a moment and said, "No, it was Jesus that died for us."

Frankie is Four!

Four Things about Frankie

1. She loves Eloise, bananas, bike rides, and writing her name. 

2. Little Miss can run all the way from the metro station to our front gate (about 1/2 mile).  

3. All of her toys are named Elizabeth with the exception of one black baby doll named Richard. 

4. She always gets her way by wiping her nose on any toy her siblings won't share.