Superman and Batman turn five today!

I can’t believe my big boys are turning five today! 

This is me in theory about a week before they were born, or at least that’s when it was uploaded to the computer.  If so, this must be right before I was hospitalized for high blood pressure.
You guys were so eager to be born you started trying to come out right around 24 weeks.  I went to the hospital about 5 different times for false labor, and finally, they put me on anti-contraction medicine.  Then of course you decided to make me miserable by making me be on bed rest for FIVE WEEKS!  FIVE WEEKS I say! 

And one week of that was in the hospital.  Do you know how hard it is to sleep when you’ve got two baby monitors attached and a monitor for contractions, and an IV port, and a blood pressure cuff hooked up?
But finally, you came.  The anesthesiologist had thought he was going to get a well-deserved rest after helping deliver five babies, but no you insisted you were going to come that day.  First, you drove my blood pressure so high the doctor was quite worried and then you decided you couldn’t wait until 4 and had to come at 12:32.

Superman, you were born first.  Followed very shortly thereafter by Batman.  Originally your names were going to be switched, but in the womb, I decided Superman was definitely a Superman and not a Batman.  Superman, you liked to kick me a lot.  Here you are shortly after you were born.  You couldn’t stay in the room with me the first day because I had the air conditioner up so high from my medicine.  You couldn’t hold your temperature.

Batman, you sat on your brother’s head.  I have the sonogram picture somewhere to prove it.  Even in the womb, you were trying to be in charge.  I’d like to remind you that you are still not the Mommy.  But, you were and still are a sweet child.  I love your hugs and your cuddles.

For the first few months, you were both in the same crib because you didn’t sleep well when separated.  This is still true to this day.  We use separation as a punishment for you, and it’s a fairly effective tool.

Being the stubborn boys that you are you refused to eat solid food or walk until you were almost 18 months.  And then while Jeff and I were out of town and your Nana and Granddad were watching you, that’s when you started walking.  Traitors.

You were in your first wedding before you were two, and you cried your whole way down the aisle.  Batman, you’re the one with the serious look.  Superman, you’re the one crying.  You’re still touch and go on this whole going somewhere without Mom and Dad.  We’ll see how you do in a few months when you’re in your third wedding.

You always have tried to take care of your sister whether she wanted you to or not……  Of course, now it seems to be more of the “No Princess, that’s not yours” type of taking care of…..  We’re working on you guys and your whole anti-girl thing.  Now in about 10 years, I want you to be anti-girl.  GIRLS bad, no dating girls.

Superman

Superman about two years ago you figured out there were these things called superheroes.  Now, this may be because we showed you Batman and Justice League cartoons nonstop, but still.  Once you did there was no going back.  Your first favorite was Superman, hence the nickname.  From there you’ve grown to love all of the Justice League, Spiderman, clone troopers (hint you might be getting a helmet), and your new favorite BLUE ARROW.  Your own invention.  Blue Arrow, as I have learned, has a plane, and he lives somewhere else.  He can shoot fire, and he shoots arrows.  He sometimes has a hat, and sometimes doesn’t.  He has a bow.  And I have to make his costume.  Oh, and Blue Arrow fights bad guys.  And Superman, “I have a plan, that sound like a good plan Mommy?”  Maybe today we will do your plan, though I can’t guarantee I’ll do your plan if it’s “let’s go get toys” or “let’s go eat ice cream at the place with the toys.”

Batman

Batman, I have to admit you’re probably nothing like your nickname.  You’re too happy.  But, he’s your first love, and he’s your baby and much chewed on doll.  Even if you may have other loves now, Green Arrow, Green Knight (your answer to Blue Arrow), Anakin, Dinosaur Train.  I love the way you say Anakin, it cracks me up.  I love to hear your stories about the different guys you have and your long complicated stories about your pictures.

I have to say, your sleeping style hasn’t changed much in five years.  Though, you have gotten sneakier about your attempts to not sleep.

Sigh, I guess you’re allowed to grow up.  I tried to convince you that you weren’t and you told me, “Mommy we have to get big.”  As Mrs. Darling said, “Why can’t you always stay little?”
Happy Birthday my big boys!

Memories of the Boys’ birthday week

Yesterday I posted a quick tutorial of how to host a pirate party.  Now I give you my memories of the day, or I should say days.  We started out their celebration on their birthday on Thursday and it lasted until Saturday.

Poor Superman was sick on his birthday, so we spent the day at home with a nice warm fire, that wasn’t really necessary, but it made him feel better.

While poor Superman lounged on the couch and produced copious amounts of laundry for me to do, Batman and Princess came over and made a mess helped me with the cake.

And of course, Batman licked the bowl clean afterward.  I didn’t quite trust his cleaning skills, so it still went in the dishwasher.

Princess kindly iced the cake.  I took one of the cakes I made that day over to small group, and the other one stayed home with us.

And yes, Batman is wearing his collared shirt backward.  Sigh, what can you do?

We could tell Superman still wasn’t feeling one hundred percent because he didn’t even eat the cake.  It was really rather sad.

The next day they opened presents.  I have a hard enough time getting the boy to stay laying down when he’s sick, if I’d added in any presents the boy would have been jumping off the walls.  We also went to the grape place, also known as Olive Garden, and Superman happily ate his Daddy soup.  I think it was the first solid food he’d eaten in over a day.

Princess sleeping at Olive Garden.  She’ll do this.  She’ll insist she doesn’t need a nap, and go and go and go, and then she’ll fall asleep in the car, and not wake up.

We found some cool wind-up flashlights at Academy, no worrying about batteries wearing down.

So, the party…..  It was a blast.  As always I wasn’t quite as organized as I’d like to be, but I just need to realize organization is not my strong suit.

The treasure hunt was an unmitigated success.  The pinata afterward was more or less successful, but it did take them a while to whack it down.  But, man they did have fun.  We did have to do a lot of herding the cats, I mean kids.  It’s a lot like herding cats.  Apparently, preschoolers have this secret death wish to be hit by a wooden stick…….

In real life that yellow looked a lot more like sand.  The island was made by taking the part you cut off when you’re leveling the cake (from one of the earlier cakes) and putting it on top of the blue frosting.  It was a WILD success!

They happily tore through their presents and were barely restrained from opening them right then and there.  Family stayed after and we had a fun night of eating fondue, with lots and lots of fondue pots.  At the end, I had 3 very tired kids…..

And a tired Daddy…….

And hopefully, I’ll get a chance to write the rest of my posts for this week sometime soon.  I hate the weeks where my schedule is thrown off and I’m writing it all piecemeal like this.  I feel rather harried and scattered.  Oh well, a small price to pay for fun memories like this.