A Tale of Two Parties

We were having a birthday party for Alex in a huge corn field that hadn't been planted yet, so it was more like a huge mud field, when someone suspicious walked towards me. He was coming to "help" with the party. He distracted me from watching all the kids running around because he was very odd looking. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I just walked over and yanked on his shirt sleeve. His bare shoulder revealed his appearance-- it was that of a skeleton with skin on it, and nothing more. I gasped. And then I realized that it was awfully quiet.
I looked around and noticed the kids were gone. I ran up the embankment and saw an old couple speeding away on motorcycles, with like 7 kids somehow crammed in the storage compartment.

I want to point out that in my dream (I hope you figured that out by now), it was important that I knew that they were Ducati motorcycles. Holy Random.

Here is the best picture I could find to match the story:


Anyway...So I start running down the dirt road after them to rescue the kids. For some reason I could run way faster when I was on all fours running like a dog, so that is how I caught up to a Ducati going 50mph+.
After grabbing the kids, the old man (who looks like Jon Voight with a heavy beard) threatens me with a knife. Yes, the motorcycles have disappeared at this point.
I snatched the thing closest to me to ward him off. May I remind you that we are in the middle of nowhere.

Naturally.

Well, a laundry basket was the perfect weapon for this guy, because after promptly placing the device on his head, he was completely incapacitated.
What great hero work. Yay for me saving the kids and the party.



Okay, so you want to know what really happened?
My friend Jenny has a son who is Alex's friend, Tab. Tab's birthday is just a couple days before Alex's, so we threw a little shindig for the two of them. We went with a pirate theme and we probably had more fun with it than the kids did.
Here is Jenny's awesome cake with the birthday boys behind it.


We were supposed to swim, but soccer will do when it is only 65 degrees out.


As you can see, Alex is so used to wearing a patch, that he wore this pirate patch the whole time even though he didn't have to.


I mostly wanted to do this so Alex could play with all his friends one more time before we all move, but he did make it home with quite the pile of loot. That's my pirate.

That was all on Thursday, so on his real birthday we went swimming and had lunch at good ol' BK. After we got home, a once-in-a-year thing occurred: Alex took a nap. What? Are we that boring?


He was seriously lacking in sleep the last couple of days, so he and the new Batman snoozed his birthday afternoon away.
He only got off the couch when he noticed I was doing this:


Yeah, the handwriting stinks. It's because my 3rd grade teacher sapped me of my confidence by giving me a "C" in that subject (if that is what you want to call it).
BUT...the rest of it I'm a little proud of, considering I had to draw that sucker.


After cake come more presents, of course.


More transformers to add to the collection. This one talks and he's got a very menacing laugh that cracks us up. He also got a Wolverine toy that talks and he likes to make them have conversations, but that laugh always ends the dialogue perfectly.