Celebrating our Little Mister SIX Year Old!

My Little Mister-Smoochie-Man is 6. He’s growing so fast (and becoming so zany). I can’t really handle it!

Despite all of my Mama Nostalgia (cue weeping), we had so much fun celebrating our boy. Cause that’s what we Wrights do…

GO BIG. GO LOUD. And…EAT A LOT OF CHOCOLATE.

Rise and Shine Birthday Boy!

No, he doesn’t have a king sized bed.
Yes, he slept with his parents the night before.
Because it’s very hard to sleep when you are about to turn SIX!

Morning Hike

In Duke Forest…just me, my boys, and EVERY DANG MOSQUITO BUZZING AROUND THE ENTIRE STATE OF NORTH CAROLINA. The boys didn’t seem to mind. Maybe because I dunked us all in vats of bug spray before AND during our jaunt.

Birthday Lunch with Daddy

At the double–arches–den-of-digestive-blunders that must not be named.

Evening Revelries

Chocolate Pudding + M&Ms + Gummy worms + Oreos + Whipped Cream + Sprinkles = YUM

(And a late bedtime for overly excited Littles)

Did I mention that the Little Mister is a wee bit ZANY?

Next Day…Pullen-Park-Palooza!

With Pinky, Poppy, Paula-Grammie, and P-Auntie Laura!
(You know…when you gotta good alliteration, you just have to Plow on!)

Suffice to say, celebrations for the Little Mister turning 6 were JOY FILLED.

Just like him. ♥

The Little Mister is SIX!

For my darling
Little Mister
on your 6th birthday!

This poem is a springboard from Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem, A Good Boy. We’ve enjoyed all of Stevenson’s poems this year in his book, “A Child’s Garden of Verses.”

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I woke before the morning light,
I was happy all the day,
I never said an unkind word,
but smiled and welcomed all to play.

I love life and all of its wonders,
my world is a fascinating place.
Every day is a new adventure,
every moment a thrilling race.

That “speed-bump” to another is my Everest,
with Mommy I explore, discover and create.
Armed with legos and sticks, or a big pile of bricks
I’m a trailblazer-, engineer-innate.

I wish my home was a tree house
filled with friends, two-legged and four,
or six or eight, I’d be happy
and just wish for all the more.

For I’m a tender-hearted laddie,
like a “SNORT!” ushering its chickies come near,
I’ll worry till all are safe.
My loved ones I hold very dear.

But I know I can battle like a Knight,
like a Ninja or a Basketball Star.
My courage is my weapon
that takes me to new lands near and far.

I go and I watch and I listen,
facts and lessons I wholly imbibe,
I push myself to learn and master,
once a Scribbler, now I’m a Scribe.

Now you know I have my moments,
like a soggy dog out in the rain.
And I need to get sad or even a bit mad,
then shake it off and find my happy again.

So worry not my dear reader,
I’ll always return to a smile,
my Sis may be Queen of the castle,
but I’m the Joker of our family card pile.

And now at last I see the sun
is going down behind the wood,
and I am very happy,
for I know that I’ve been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh,
with Puppy and Blankie lying there,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by,
and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till to-morrow
I shall see the sun arise,
no scary dream shall fright my mind,
that Daddy can’t vaporize.

But slumber hold me tightly
till I waken in the dawn,
and hear the birds a-singing
for me a merry birthday song.

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We LOVE you,
Little Mister Superhero
Elliott!

Happy 6th Birthday!!!

6 Year Old Little Mister Stats:
– Height: 4’1″ (95%)
– Weight: 50lb 12.8oz (75%)

CC Field Day!

As a homeschooling family, we are a part of the loveliest, most fun, most encouraging co-op…our South Durham Classical Conversations Community. We’ve learned so much and gone on so many great adventures with this group. Our CC family is truly our Homeschool Tribe.

We ended our CC school year in May with a crazy, fun, HOT, energetic, sweaty, HOT, hilarious, HOT field day at Herndon Park. Did I mention it was HOT?

(Note the red Mama face…this was after the family relay race. I may have run as fast as I could urge my old-Mama-legs to go. Because Julie. I can’t help myself.)

And so fun.

I loved watching my kids each find their stride – literally – and rock it in their races. Their long legs and insatiable thirsts for MOVEMENT definitely paid off.

Here’s my 400M race winner for the 4-5 year olds…

And my 100M dash winner for the 7-8 year olds…

Their (highly competitive) Mama may have been jumping up and down and cheering at the tippy top of her lungs during their races. And then tearing up as I saw them cross the finish line, faces glowing with pride and triumph.

Maybe.

Like I said, I couldn’t (can’t!) help myself.