On Jack’s birthday he was basically king for the day. Present opening, breakfast fit for a king (in that order, of course), and then biding his time until his birthday party sleepover began. Jackson (friends with Jack since they were in preschool together) came over at 2pm (as late as I could push Jack—he was ready for an all-day affair)—and the next several hours were pure 9-year-old boy bliss: video games, nerf gun wars, pool time, Five Guys for dinner, ice cream cake, and then fireworks. Jonathan had gone all out at a fireworks store for Jack’s birthday and they were a hit. We barely made a dent on Jack’s birthday night in the fireworks stash, but it was quite the display—roman candles, smoke bombs, bottle rockets, huge sparklers, and cone firework that ended with a bang. We hope Jack had a great birthday! I’m pretty sure he did—when Jackson’s mom came to pick him up the next day the boys talked her into taking Jack with them to extend the playdate. These two best buds celebrated Jack’s birthday for a good 30 hours, minus some sleep I guess. :)
{i don’t think we had really thought it all through when we decided it would be a good idea to let jonathan light all of the fireworks. hate to say it, but it was kind of amusing to watch him try to gimp away from a lit firework as fast as his crutches could take him. run, jon, run. hee hee}
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