Nope, impossible. Seven? Jeez.
My violet-eyed baby turned seven last month. We took Seamus to Muir Woods, where we hiked out of the park to an inn on Hwy 1, ate lunch, and hiked back down for ice cream. Then we threw him a party that weekend. I came to my senses after his fifth and swore that there would be no more until he turned ten, but Shay asked so nicely and hit every single red button of mama-guilt without jamming them while doing so, so I caved.
We did a Maker-ish theme, as we were missing East Bay Mini-Maker Faire by throwing a party. In the living rom I pulled out cardboard, markers, old slides, sequins, feathers, LED lights with batteries, and low-heat glue guns. In the family room I set out an old stereo receiver, a printer, and a toaster oven with screwdrivers and pliers. I dumped nine gallons of Lego onto the boys’ bedroom floor, set up poster paints and a roll of craft paper in the kitchen. Then I laid out brunch and pie, put on Motown, and called it good.
I think I’ll do it every year till he begs me to stop.
Seamus is reading EVERYTHING, from Tintin to Harry Potter to The Boxcar Children to the adaptations of the Iliad and Odyssey that I bought for school. He wants to clean up the planet, and take pictures, and play the kettle drums. He tried team sports this fall for the first time, and it was so good for him. He also tried running, which challenges him in deeper ways, down where he wrestles with his private self that Patrick and I never see. He is starting to enjoy chess, checkers, and Stratego, and learning from his losses. We started multiplication last week, and after a few days of one-on-one, he’s beginning to get it on his own. He still blanks if you hand him paper to fill out, but if he narrates while you write, he shows me that he’s comprehending almost everything that he reads. Some things go over his head, but he is a huge re-reader so I suspect that all will come.
He is kind to Tristan and our pets, and tries new things. As kids go, I think we’ve made out well with this one. Happy birthday, Seamus. I love you.