Wow, I can't believe it has only been 6 years since I was lying in that hospital bed. I remember it was the most uncomfortable I have ever been. I wasn't allowed to move because the doctors had put a heart monitor on Zach.
Today started with the smoke detector beeping because of a low battery. So I was up at 4 in the morning researching how to take the thing apart to get the battery out. I figured I may as well stay up and do my exercise and then make the boys some biscuits for their birthday breakfast. While on my treadmill at 5:30, Erin came in the room and asked if she could make the breakfast to surprise the boys. Wow, it must be great to have a big sister like Erin! Plus it is great for me to have a daughter like Erin.
The boys got an early morning call from Norway (dad) to wish them a Happy Birthday. After breakfast, I thought the boys would beg to go to the store to spend their birthday money, but they didn't even ask and I didn't suggest it. We made fruit kabobs for them to bring to their class at school. The school doesn't allow junk food. I am not a fan of junk food, but I did think it would be easier and cheaper if I could just make cupcakes or brownies.
Zach had a hard morning. He thought that because it was his birthday, he was entitled to be a brat. When I threatened to send him to bed early, he told me that I couldn't send him to bed early because it is his birthday. Of course I didn't buy into his logic.
After school, we ordered pizza (which is a huge treat at our house) and watched the movie "Up." Instead of cake, the boys picked out ice cream treats at the store that I normally always say no to when they ask if we can buy them. The movie and pizza went well except I think the twins decided they like my pizza better than Papa Johns.
Zach found out that I was serious when I told him that I would send him to bed early. He started screaming and fighting with his siblings and I had to put him to bed. All the way up he insisted he shouldn't have to go to bed early because it was his birthday.
I went downstairs and read scriptures with the other 3 kids and then we began our annual tradition of counting down to Christmas. We wrap up 24 Christmas books and we open one each night leading up to Christmas. I felt bad that Zach missed out so I read scriptures with him in bed, but I wouldn't read him the Christmas story. Hopefully he will learn his lesson (or just go through life thinking I am the meanest mom ever.) Somehow he always seems to have forgiven me by the next morning (and I have forgiven him too...I am convinced this is why we go to bed at night...so we can like our children again.)