For some reason, Jack came home one day last week, drew a smiley face on a piece of paper and taped it to the May 16th square of our calendar. He proclaimed that day to be King Jack Day.
I beg to differ.
Today, in fact, was King Jack Day because today is the 7th anniversary of Jack’s birth. Some of you might refer to these types of days as “birthdays.”
I don’t know what it is about age 7, but Jack seemed so big today. It started when he was so excited to take his big bag of cupcakes to school to share with his class. I don’t remember what I did last year, but I do remember worrying about them not making it into class. Today I felt like I could trust Jack. Today he was excited to share the cupcakes with his classmates. Today, he seemed coordinated enough to get the bag to his classroom without dropping it.
Today he seemed like a big kid.
We also have a long history of struggling with present unwrapping skills. Usually he unwraps one and wants to play with it, ignoring all the others. Sometimes he will just fixate on the unwrapping without much seeming thought to the contents. Generally he doesn’t seem too intrigued by the gifts until it’s time to open them.
Today he asked several times if he could open his gifts. Sadly he had to wait until Alex got home at 6 p.m. We are totally the meanest parents on the face of the earth. He was really excited. And even though the thing he wanted more than anything else was magnets, he was able to take time to appreciate his other gifts as well.
Because I am a sucker for Jack’s little, hopeful face, I bought him magnets for his birthday after he first expressed interest in them a couple of weeks ago. Actually, I asked him what theme he wanted for his birthday. Without hesitation, he said, “Magnets.” He’s been obsessing on them ever since.
The purchasing of copious amounts of magnets arguably makes me the coolest mom ever, but it inarguably makes me the dumbest mom ever, considering that Jack regularly puts small, metal objects in his mouth. I am well aware of what will happen if he swallows two of them. I am also well aware of what will happen if any of these magnets end up near my electronics.
We had a long conversation about proper usage of magnets and how if you use them wrong YOU COULD DIE! and if you put them on mommy’s computer YOU WILL BE KILLED!
I think I was pretty clear.
Even with the danger of imminent death and the rampant destruction of my beloved electronics, how could I resist bringing science-y items into my little House o’ Nerds? You should have seen Alex’s face when he saw the little vial of iron filings. He’s probably already planning experiments.
Do you see how I’m all, “Oh those nerds,” as if I weren’t one? Alex keeps threatening to start up a “The Truth Behind Stimeyland” blog where he will call me out on all these misdirections.
I made a cake for Jack, put his name on it, and left Sam in charge of distributing about seven pounds of sprinkles.
No, sillies. Not real ones. (See: death by two ingested magnets)
All in all, this was not a bad way to celebrate King Jack Day. My kiddo is growing up. I can’t quite believe it.