Jack is Ten

My sweet firstborn, apple of my eye, turned ten yesterday.

He had six boys over for his first sleepover (of considerable size, that is). It was such a fun party. They played backyard basketball, ran around with guns, silly stringed a fourth grade "hottie's" house, ate yummy food, played Wii, watched movies, and yes, somewhere around 2 AM, they actually fell asleep.

Jack's sisters had two different takes on the party.

Clara, my princess, spent an hour in her room beforehand getting ready. She emerged in time for the first guest's arrival in a pink tutu, makeup carefully applied and pigtails pulled tight.

Alice, on the other hand, prepared by layering her University of Pittsburgh basketball jersey (a hand-me-down from Jack) over her clothes, lacing up her Chuck Taylor high-tops and taking some practice shots at the driveway basketball hoop.

It was a fun party. Boys from both Jack's old and Jack's new school, who had never met each other, got along famously. Jack was thrilled with his party and the other boys had fun. Success all around.

The only problem with the whole birthday was that several people who really shouldn't have forgotten Jack's birthday did just that. And I wouldn't really care if it weren't for the fact that Jack noticed. And although he said it didn't bother him, I know it did. Grrrr... I hate it when my kids get their feelings hurt.