It's Little Brother's 7th birthday!
We're going to a cookout tonight, not for his birthday, but for the fireworks at a local landmark. My sister-in-law has a pretty good view from her house, so we don't have to fight the traffic. We know a bit more than we'd like to about that particular traffic, because the hospital at which Little Brother was born is close to the stadium. I could actually hear the fireworks going off as he was coming into the world. Seriously, that should have been a warning. ;)
His party will be Saturday, because there is no better day for a 7th birthday party than 7/7/2007. He gets the good party, since it can be outdoors, but I don't really think any of his friends from school are going to show up. He invited three, but with the holiday, and it being the summer, he hasn't yet had school friends at his birthday parties. Hopefully by the time he's old enough to mind, he'll be old enough to get the concept of contacting friends in the summer. The school year ends, and it's like he forgets these people exist. I don't know, maybe it would be different if he didn't have a brother and sister, and if I didn't make as much of an effort to do fun stuff in the summer (thanks to some great ideas from Amy!).
One thing we've done that was admittedly more fun for me than for the kids was to visit the closing sale at Lacewings. This is the third LYS to close its doors in the past few months - good in the short term (sales!!) but bad down the road. I picked up some super-soft yellow in a cotton blend for making baby socks (for my first niece/nephew!), a skein of handpainted wool that I had ogled in there a few times, a skein of Debbie Bliss baby cashmerino for $1.50 (!) and, much to my surprise, I found one single skein of the Lush I had been knitting pedicure socks for my sister out of, the ones where I had run out of yarn. Yay!
I let each of the boys pick out some stuff too. Big Brother got some bright red Tahki Cotton Classic, and Little Brother got this crazy wild sparkly bobbly stuff, which he finger-knit a scarf out of on the way home. Chances are he'll never touch it again.
Sorry to end abruptly, but I've got a cookout to go to! Have a great holiday!