So Jordan's birthday came along and he very abruptly advised us that he was going to have a Grandma and Jordan date to pick out a gift while we went to breakfast. Huh? Is that a thing? And then I realized, he was referring to the fact that we went to dim sum without Bubba the week before while Bubba was supposed to run errands with Grandma. Of course, he roped Grandma into taking him to the toy store where he bought something small. So Jordan expected the same. Duh. Luckily, Grandma was up for it. A tradition is born I suppose. But then Jordan comes home with a BIG gift, of course Grandma tried to convince him otherwise but nope... he had been eyeing this power ranger sword for so long. So poor Bubba... the look of longing, the sudden regret that he hadn't picked something similar to his brother. And that is why we do their birthday together! If I could, I'd get them the EXACT same gift just to avoid the bickering. Bubba won't say anything, Jordan would have, he told Jordan how cool his gift was and asked nicely if he could also play with it. That's the thing about my second born and my first born. The second just tries so hard to be happy for his brother and I know he is dying to have the same thing, but he knows he already got his gift and can't ask for it. It just about broke my heart. Of course, I spoiled him. I decided the gifts from my mom which was originally just going to be money into their education funds, would go with me to Target to get Bubba the same gun.
Saturday night, we went to Pizza Pie Cafe after sadly learning Sweet Tomatoes had closed in Utah. I grew up on Souplantation, the sister or parent company... who knows. At least we can go when we're in California - cuz my kids LOVE that place and I do too!
Jordan woke up Sunday... mad that he didn't get balloons. He stomped into our room demanding to know where his balloons were! "Bubba got balloons on his birthday, where are mine?!" Of course we got him some, we just thought it'd be smarter to leave them in the hallway instead... and he didn't even stop by the hall.. even though you must go through it to get to our room. He was that upset. He felt pretty silly afterwards, apologized, and we all had a good laugh at big brother.
I was up pretty late the night before perfecting his Ninjago cake, the one he had requested. It turned out pretty okay thanks to Tammy's advice about using chocolate melts for the eyes. I ended up piping it out and letting it dry on the parchment paper before putting it onto the cake. As I was making the cake, I thought, this is pretty fun and out of necessity, since I do not want to buy two cakes within a week of each other every year, I better learn how to make some fun cakes. I'm not going to be trying fondant just yet, but I think I'll play with different icing techniques for now. Jordan loved his cake. LOVED. Which really makes me so happy that I spent the time to figure it out and make it. I ended up making a trifle also because there was so much leftover cake I cut off from the dome.
Church was good. Jordan got a cute little blue CTR block like his brother had the week before (Bubba's is yellow) and we had a lazy afternoon. The kids watched Karate Kid 3 and Dagny fell asleep (she's not a huge fan of her big brother's movie picks but she's outnumbered everytime). Dinner was at Grandma's where both boys got to open their gifts. They got SO MUCH! They are so lucky to have so many close family members.
Dear Jordan,
Can you believe you are six years old? It feels like just yesterday that Dad and Mom were sitting on the couch and Daddy noticed Mommy was having a lot of contractions. I just thought you were kicking. I'll never forget becoming a mom for the first time.. how tired, how scared, how emotional, how unsure I was of everything. I'm so grateful that you are such a great older brother and that you put up with Dad and Mom trying to figure this whole raising kids stuff. We know you are expected to do a lot, but we also remind you all the time that you had the most "alone time" with us, and we hope you never forget how wonderful it is to be the firstborn.
You are... so so talented. You are so full of energy, goofiness, and emotions. The highest of highs, the lowest of lows. You are emotional, understanding, smart, hyper, and full of questions. You remember so many things, and you are kind and obedient, helpful and well mannered (when you want to be). Most of the time, you are just all over the place. You love doing activities, are always asking when you can do the next thing, and have been begging mom to let you start martial arts. You heard about Mom's anti-gravity class, and then asked if you could try it out also. You've been so much more focused in music class even though you still have to try really hard to focus because you love being silly and asking questions out of turn.
You are shy at first, but once you open up, there's no stopping your incessant talking and questions. You have an odd fascination with poop right now, and there's no shutting you up, not even with soap in your mouth. It's a phase we hope you grow out of soon. We've noticed you are completely different when it's just you and us, or you without any of your siblings. You're much more mature, you talk to us like a little adult, and you are calm and listen very well. Sometimes, I think you just want to make your siblings laugh and you'll go to great lengths to do it. You are sensitive, sometimes you tell me you don't like it when people laugh at you and you are afraid to do your hair a silly or crazy way because others might make fun of you. We are constantly telling you that you are loved no matter what, but that's definitely something we have to keep working on with you. You remind me a lot of myself as a kid which might not be the best thing, but Mommy was silly like you and talked back a lot just like you. You remind me to be forgiving, remind me to say sorry, and remind me to take a time out when I need to. You've been along with me this whole time, with each new sibling, each new obstacle of parenthood, and each new fun thing. I'm so grateful you are mine and a bit shocked that I am actually getting sad that you will be off to elementary school next year.
You love to play, especially with your brother only two years younger, and whenever you come home from school, you ask what the littles have been doing. I think you will miss Bubba the most, because you guys play all the time. He will miss you too, but at least you guys can be silly together at night sharing a room. It is tough sometimes having a little brother, but for the most part, you two are best friends. Bubba looks up to you so much and wants Cooper to be his lil buddy like Bubba is yours. You love your little sister too, you play with her often, and she adores you. You like to hold Cooper and you have helped him learn how to roll over. You have been a lot more daring this year, doing things you haven't before, climbing a lot more, and not much scares you lately, not even nightmares. You will walk over and tell me about one, and then just ask that Mom or Dad tuck you in, instead of climbing into bed with us. You are slowly becoming such a big boy and it's weird to mom. Happy birthday son. Can't believe you are 6!
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