Yesterday we had a huge blowout Chuck E. Cheese party with many notables in attendance, though admittedly, not everyone. It marked my 81-year-old grandmother's first (and probably last) time in the House of the Rat. This weekend, Max has made out like a bandit, with friends and games and pizza and cakes and pancakes and candy and toys and cash and junk food and action figures and games and movies and stuff. We expect this to last partially into the coming week, since it usually always does. Today was actually pretty chill; we got up and made cinnamon raisin pancakes, futzed around with new toys and games (including jumping on the new air bed), went and got smoothies, played Cosmic Catch and Space Mission: Jupiter at the park, had some cheeseburgers, came home and ate more cake, and watched Speed Racer.
Max at seven is in the second grade, where he rarely makes anything less than a 92 on anything, and is in the gifted program. He has about three close friends, but is fairly solitary by nature. He loves comic books and dinosaurs and Pokemon and science and math, chocolate, pizza, cartoons and video games. He has not outgrown some Sesame Street now and again, and he loves his baby sister very much. He has recently become nostalgic, and tonight asked for the stuffed monkey Jon & Colleen got him when he was born. He doesn't think even villains in stuff should die, "they're still people," and he doesn't like animals in cages, but loves to watch and feed his new fish, Blur & Spot, and also can't get himself to be a vegetarian. He still covers his eyes for kissing movies and on TV. He loves to take pictures of stuff. Says he wants to be a werewolf for Halloween. He's a good kid, hyper and weird, with a solid sense of ethics and a need to help out. His imagination is boundless, and he reads constantly.
Happy 7th to my firstborn!