Vincenzo had a hard time deciding where to have his birthday party. He had a hard time deciding who to invite. He had a hard time deciding what cake to have, what kind of pizza he wanted, what presents he wanted. He’s a kid who is happy with something or with nothing, which is nice in certain situations but completely aggravating when you are his mother and want him to just CHOOSE A FREAKING PLACE/TOPPING/GIFT ALREADY!
In the end, he settled on laser tag, so we went to a sports center with ten of his buddies. I was thrilled that the center’s party policy was, “No decorations, including table cloths, balloons, or centerpieces.” The old me would be warding off the new me with a garlic necklace if she read this blog post.
So, to review, Old Me (which is, ironically, also Young Me):
(Please note the lack of color coordinated or thematic anything, the generic paper cups, and the clear “I don’t give a fig if anyone’s smiling” air of the photographer.)
My heart sped up a bit when we paid for the boys to play laser tag and the pricetag was $100 for 10 minutes, and we had slated the party for three hours. I started to do the math on that and it was some scary math.
But after laser tag, the boys sprinted the bouncy house toys so I shelled out another $100 and prayed for them to last twenty minutes—at least twenty minutes pleeeease. I must be some kind of superstar pray-er because the boys spent the next two hours jumping their little hearts out. (Kinda makes me wish I had prayed for a cure to cancer or a new president instead.) They stopped only long enough for pizza and cake, then went back to the bouncing.
There’s at least a 40% chance they know the kid in the fetal position.
There was also this magical moment.
I love the posse of friends Vincenzo has collected to go through his school years with. Hopefully his life with! They are his bouncy-house jumping, DND playing, rec soccer league-ing, cookie-baking, good-grading, family-loving friends who will never be too cool to team up against the five-year-olds in a game of bouncy house basketball.
Vincenzo again asked for donations to Wolf Haven instead of gifts for himself, but we couldn’t give him nothing on his birthday. So he got this giant box of socks and a pro tip.
I’m wondering if he’ll ever notice this slight modification I had to make to what is definitely not a pair of women’s socks?
Meh. Probably not.
We got home from Vincenzo’s party and before the rest of us had even walked up the stairs, he was already in his cave, reading a book on his phone.
This is The Cave. I like to call this picture, “How I Spent My Summer Vacation,” by Vincenzo.
We peeked in on him a while later, made him repeat, as we often do, “I AM NOT A CAVIE!” then left him alone for the rest of the night. It’s all he really wanted, after all.
Well, that and box of socks.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Lemon balsamic chicken