Last week our Henry turned 5 years old. Five! We can hardly believe our "little guy" is five already. We celebrated his actual birthday on the 9th, with family gifts and a sushi dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant, where Henry's friends "the sushi ladies" presented him with the long-anticipated and much-talked-about green tea ice cream with umbrellas in it. He was thrilled!
His favorite part of the day, by far, was opening his new Lego Cargo Train set, his special gift from Mom-o and Dad-o. He'd been talking about it for a long time and was really hoping he'd get it for his birthday. He spent the next couple of days building the engine and cars with some assistance from his equally Lego-crazed brother and father. Now we've got the set up and running in the basement, and in Henry's own words, he's "obsessed with it"!
Yesterday we had his big birthday party in the backyard. He was really excited about its construction theme - we had caution tape streamers, a dump truck mylar balloon, real orange safety cones, hardhat party hats for the guests, safety signs, a bulldozer piñata, and a box-tower building relay race. Oh - and a bouncy house! There is no kid who enjoys a bouncy house more than Henry Nack. As soon as it was delivered and inflated he was in there hopping around and doing somersaults. All the kids played so hard they were dripping with sweat and red-cheeked by the end of the party. We decided to do a post-party cool-off at the Elks pool, with a little poolside takeout Bibo's pizza to go with it.
Here's a gallery from the big party!
One Finnster, plus “Walter the Blanket,” minus all energy, equals a happy chap.
We enjoyed an action-packed Forth with the lads yesterday—first enjoying a party & parade at our friends' Lorraine & Brad's house; then catching a nap (well, trying) to prepare for a late night; rocking a Slip n' Slide at our friends' Jake & Shay's BBQ. Check out a gallery from the festivities!
The boys had fun testing their mettle—and their absorbency—on Sunday at Natural Bridges State Park in Santa Cruz. Check out a little gallery from the adventure.
I keep meaning to record & post the bizarre little song the boys composed to celebrate our "Guys' Night" outings. Its singsong lyrics in full:
Tryin' a bite of my poo-poo sandwich!!
Apparently Guys' Night is all about transgression & chow, so it kinda works. Anyway, last night I took the dudes out for some Five Guys burgers (faaaar more delicious than the sandwich in the song), and Henry celebrated by walking on the giant piles of potatoes:
Afterwards the guys happened across the trunkful of birthday presents I'd recently scored (shovels "Seymour Jr." for Henry & fold-up "Root Chop" for Finn). They were pretty pumped—Hen especially!
Oh, just a typical summer Friday afternoon at Pasitos... The guys have great fun getting drenched with their pals, including (pictured here) Clark & Jacobo.
The boys *totally* put one over on me for Fathers' Day, "letting slip" that they were making me a cake. Imagine my surprise, then, as I sat upstairs awaiting breakfast in bed, only to see them show up with a CAPE. We may come to rue the day these guys became so wily.
This weekend marked our 4th year of camping with many of our Las Madres friends and their families. Instead of our usual Big Basin forest camping trip, this year we headed to Sunset State Beach near Watsonville. We camped in the trees on the leeward side of the big sand dunes, and could take a quick walk down the road and over the dunes to the beautiful beach.
Henry made a new best friend this year, and his name is Seymour the Shovel. Our friend Jake brought an enormous shovel along for things like fire-tending, and giant-beach-pit-digging (said pit provided HOURS of fun for the kiddos at the beach). As soon as Henry caught sight of that shovel, he was hard-pressed to ever let it out of his grasp. He spent the entire camping trip happy as a clam, dragging Seymour around the campsite, digging hole after hole in the soft, sandy dirt. By the time we left the campsite, it was as pocked with craters as the surface of the moon! Here's a gallery of the action.
He also kept Seymour busy at the beach, shoveling sand into and out of the giant pit that Jake had dug. All day and long into the evening Henry just dug and dug and dug. I thought we might find him asleep, curled up with it beside him in the tent! Jake spent quite a bit of time calling out "Henry! Where's my shovel?" when he needed it! Henry has now asked for a shovel for his birthday, so it looks like John and I are off to OSH to dig one up
I know—given his history, I can't believe it, either! And yet here you see him, complete with his new little bear (named Manijeh after our dentist-office friend who gave it to him) getting a trim of its own. Wonders never cease...
Oh hi, I've misplaced a Finnegan somewhere in this giant metal sculpture. You haven't by chance seen him, have you?
When a guy's wife & kids are off living it up on a glass-bottom boat, what's he to do? Naturally he gets trussed up with a bunch of nerds, rides up a mountain on a Unimog, and then ziplines his head off (fortunately not literally!).
Though it's a tad off-topic for the Micronaxx blog, here's a little gallery of the adventure. (As for the boat trip, Margot's phone crapped out, so we'll just have to imagine Pancho the Sea Lion & the peanut-eating fish (which sounds like a crappy '90's band).)
If you think Henry would be enthusiastic about sharing his dessert with “El Chivo” (aka The Goat, aka Dad-O, Consumer of Leftovers), well, you probably don’t know Henry.
Bonus: The “Pizza-Eating Machine” passes out happily post-snack.
Recipe: Take one (1) Mexican lucha libre mask, add two (2) Micronaxx, mix in liberal amounts of bacon, and stir wildly.
Finn toasts s'more eyebrow hair, braving the campfire as his pal Magdalena looks on:
Mom-O had the great idea to buy them each a little Lego set that we could take with us & build while on vacation. Henry's is particularly perfect as it features a Coast Guard diver & boat. That's perfect until, of course, a tiny part (specifically a translucent blue diver's mask) disappears (against a blue tile pool floor). Henry's loud wails that "I'll never be happy again!!" attracted the attention & help of a nice group of moms & dads visiting from Iowa without their kids—and luckily Dad-O's probing toe saved the day. Balance was restored to the universe, and while the boys play the grown-ups have been enjoying chats with a cool older couple from Southern Cal (Berkeley grads who served in the Peace Corps in Afghanistan).
Here's a little gallery showing the happy squirts in the water.