Showing posts with label excavator. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Jonathan's Construction Birthday Party, August 2010


Then came Jonathan's birthday. Daddy gave him a Swiss Army knife at breakfast. Daddy also made french toast, and we put a candle in Jonathan's stack. He thought that was a gas!
We had a construction party! What a fun time! I sent out invitations that were written on paint color chips. You know, those cards in the hardware store that show paint colors? Each box had a sentence..."Jonathan is "fixin" to turn 6! Construction site: our address. Shift: 2-4pm, and the date. RSVP to site boss, Darla, and our phone. Dress for mess!" When each of the 8 kids arrived, they were given a tool belt filled with a paint stir stick, a carpenter's pencil, a tape measure/level, a foam paintbrush, and a painters disposable hat, all of which was theirs to take home. Michael had made a house out of a refrigerator box, complete with windows and a door (with a milk jug handle doorknob!) Half of the kids started painting on the house, and the other half demolished a tower of boxes using a wrecking ball. After that got old, they had a wheelbarrow race. Then the teams switched places so everyone got a chance to use their paintbrushes to paint. Thankfully, some of the moms stayed, or this mom would have been a wreck!

The cake I made was sort of the one shown in the magazine for this party. I decided to use chocolate zucchini cake instead of a pound cake. I DID go to the store hoping to find 4 mini chocolate-covered doughnuts, 4 Twix, and 2 Twinkies. Note to self: don't leave things like this until crunch time. I bought a bag of about 24 mini chocolate-covered doughnuts, a huge bag of Twix, and a box of 12 Twinkies. ugh. Had I thought a little longer, I would have gone to a convenience store, right? Right. Then I wouldn't have had to eat the rest of the doughnuts and Twinkies. Jonathan saw the picture of the cake I was going to bake and said, "That's not an excavator, it's a backhoe loader." He wanted tracks, so we rigged up some Twizzler twists around the doughnuts. The cake was a hit.

Now, if you think that I think up all these things by myself, well, you have another think coming! This came straight from a Family Fun magazine, circa April 2008. (I saw it then, was fully aware of the little boy I was raising, and thought to myself, "Self, you ought to pull this one out and keep it. You're going to want it one of these years.") I am glad I kept it. I went into our local lumber yard to see if they had free nail pouches, paint sticks, brushes, anything I could get free or cheap as I was making a dozen. I had the pages I had torn out of the magazine with me. The lady helping me saw in the list of things to pack in the tool belt "Small measuring tape, $1, Home Depot" and promptly sat to her computer and ordered me a dozen for $1 each! She did everything she could to give me discounts or freebies. We live in a cool town.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan

We had a playdate with a neighbor friend. Jonathan likes Dawson's excavator. Isn't it cool? It is battery powered, it scoops, the boom goes out...it's great. I think Jonathan would like one too.

This was May 3rd, a sunny, windy day. Jonathan enjoyed being outside with his loader tractor. He took dirt ("mud") from this area we just tilled and planted tall grass seed in, and carried it to the newly tilled garden. Hmmm...will we be growing pasture grass in the garden now?!

May 4...Daddy got home from work and came in the house. When he went out later to have Jonathan help him back the truck into the garage, Jonathan was "pumping up the truck"! He had the hose inside the tailpipe (fortunately, the truck was turned off!). He is fascinated with the bike pump. He will cart it around all afternoon, pumping up the wheelbarrow tires, the tires on the go-go car, his trike, his motorcycle (despite the fact that they're plastic). Whatever keeps him happy, right?

And this morning, May 5, Jonathan relaxed in our bathroom while Daddy showered. He was having a rough morning, didn't want to eat the yummy omelet Daddy made, didn't want his diaper changed, didn't want to do anything he was asked to do, wanted to say "no" to everything. So he finally was chilling with his snuggly, wooby, and the IPod with Enya.