This spring was ridiculously busy.
So busy that on the heels of Ellery, Neko, and my birthdays, we just never got it together enough to schedule Shep’s birthday party. We celebrated his birthday, of course, but just never had the party with friends. There’s really no good excuse—we just never got around to rescheduling it. Things kept happening. Shep, this will be great fodder to discuss in therapy years from now.
But we promised it would happen. With Farm Day over and the holidays quickly approaching, we were determined to squeeze it in.
We convinced him to keep it small, with just his cousin Chris, another boy from kindergarten, and his video game friend, Eleanor. (And a bonus Chris Glass stopped by, who sort of counts as a five-year-old boy when it comes to video games.) He was so excited that he woke up at 6:30am and asked if it was time to go every thirty minutes for the rest of the day.
When it was finally time, off to the arcade we went, to let Shep play his heart’s content of Dig-Dug and other classic games.
We closed out the day with Lisa Simpson. An excellent day of old school fun.
Happy belated birthday, little man. We won’t drop the ball for your 6th birthday. Promise.
