A few days shy of Trevor's sixth (6th! SIXTH!!) birthday, we celebrated with a "Super Sleepover." We kept it simple, just three close friends (and his sister) joined in the fun. It was the PERFECT party. And by perfect I mean, perfectly low-key, perfectly simple, and perfectly suited to our little big guy. The party started with "super" play in the yard. We'd made marshmallow shooters for them to use in their villain-defeats... I think more marshmallows were eaten, than fired. The boys climbed our front tree, and raced around the neighborhood, taking turns being the "bad guy."
We spent the evening eating pizza, cake, opening presents, then headed outside for a "flashlight treasure hunt." The kids dressed in head-to-toe "glow" accessories of every kind, and raced to find the treasures. Once inside, we divided the bounty, and settled in for a movie. After movie, the kids headed to bed, all piled into Trev and Tatum's room. In the morning, they ate "choose your own" cereal, and played with Trev's new toys until pick-up. Here's our goofy bunch...
And as if turning SIX wasn't awesome enough, Trevor lost his FIRST TOOTH the morning of the party! As a momma, this is a stage of life that I have been dreading for a long long time. I'd rather deal with cranky teething babies all day long, than deal with dangling, waiting to fall out teeth. G.R.O.S.S. Alas, it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Trevor casually walked into our bathroom to show me his sideways tooth, and within a nanosecond, he'd pulled it out.
Things got a little interesting in our house when discussions of a certain money-yielding, sneaky, winged figure came into play. Basically we have two problems:
1. My oldest child is an "old soul" skeptic, who struggles to believe in anything not firmly grounded in logic. It takes only a hint of hesitation on the part of the "seller" for him to opt not to "buy" into any childhood fantasies. And I mean ANY. Yes, even the big ones.
2. My middle child is extremely imaginative to the point that the idea of a money-yielding, sneaky winged figure was absolutely terrifying. In her mind, there would be an intruder lingering in the hallway, waiting until they were deeply sleeping and most vulnerable. Basically, there was no way she would sleep in that room with the tooth fairy lurking.
So we bailed. We let the cat out of the bag. I have never seen two so-satisfied children. Now, unfortunately, it's our turn to be fearful, waiting for that fateful day when they spill the beans. We talked and talked and talked and talked about the importance of keeping it within our family. We shall see. They seemed to really get it. And the next morning, they played along without a hitch. Even so, here is our open apology to all of their peers... we HAD to tell them, or they might not have ever slept again. Sleep is important. Very important. The end.
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