may, may, may...

Did I mention how many family birthday's we have in May?
On Tuesday we celebrated Bill's birthday!
When I asked the boys how old they thought their dad was, Chase guessed 4 (close, I said) then Wesley guessed 84 (even closer, I said)!
We started the birthday festivities with a competitive game of "h-o-r-s-e" on the tramp! Wesley did a flip, thinking he got me - I told him to sit back and watch! I jumped and jumped, higher and higher (convincing myself that I wasn't too old or fat to still pull this off), I was finally in the perfect form to perform my trick - I jumped - tucked - and in mid air I hear Wesley (with complete sincerity and nervousness) say, "You're going to die."! Despite the lack of confidence, from the very creature I brought into this world, I landed unharmed (although, I didn't stick it - the pressure got to me)! When they called me a "h-0" I quit and got my camera! Jumping with their dad is one of my boys favorite activities and for them, it was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday! After awhile the tricks turned into wrestling moves and pile-ups! and more wrestling and more pile-ups! and some tickle-torture (breath Reagan, breath) don't worry - Wesley will save you!
I didn't think they would ever run out of energy and stop but something caught their eye and jumping halted immediately...
cake? presents? dinner?
of course not- it was a little baby ladybug who I am hoping survived the dirty paws!
All the fun and games couldn't come without a price - somebody (besides the ladybug) had to get hurt and appropriately it was the birthday boy! I pointed it out for you just in case you couldn't see the scratch (next time I will remember to cut Chases toe nails before the family-fun-jump) but, those of you who know Bill, KNOW we heard about this awful injury (more than once)! After the (anti flesh eating disease) ointment and butterfly strips were applied, we headed out to dinner!
On the way, Cameron mentioned that we were running out of gas. Bill looked and said we had a full tank. Cameron said, "not our car, the world" and then asked why. Bill explained that we waste a lot of gas and it takes a long time to make (blah, blah, blah - tuned out for about 10 minutes) we will have to utilize some natural gases. Cameron took it all in, and then responded, "like farting?". To Cameron's confusion, that cracked us up - he was all, "what? farting is a natural gas!"
Man, I love these kids - and if farting could get my car moving, these kids (and Bill) would take me places!! Our night winded down with some cake and presents - it was perfect!
Happy Birthday Billy!
I will leave and hint for all of you - if your husband is OLD and your kids want to put the correct number of candles on the cake, don't make a bundt cake - they don't fit!!