So my son, whose name is Langston, told me months ago that he wanted to go to Sky Zone for his birthday and to my utter surprise, he actually stuck to that decision and didn't change his mind twelve times like he usually does. Hey, kids can be fickle. But I guess he really wanted to go there, so I didn't have a problem with it. Anybody that knows me or who follows me on Facebook knows if I don't love anything else, I LOVE my son. You only turn ten once and I wanted his to be a good one. So here is how his day went:
In the morning we went to church, before (okay, and after) which he grudgingly posed for a bunch of pictures at my request. He actually told me that I was doing to much and said, "It's not like I'm going off to college." I don't even want to think about that day...I know I'm gonna be a mess!
So after church, I rounded up a few of his friends and cousins and we stopped by the Shell station where I let them loose to choose their own snacks (children can be so easy to please). It's almost amazing how excited they were about that.
Then we went back to the house for a while, where they watched the Falcons and played around the house while I changed clothes and watched Food Network.
Then, we headed to Sky Zone. I was speeding down the highway 'cause I had already bought the tickets and we would only have 90 minutes to jump, so I wanted to make sure I got all my money's worth and we live a nice little bit from the place. We got there right at our reservation time, meeting some more of our family there. We had to fill out waivers for all the kids, slapped their stickers on their chests, then let them jump and frolic and play to their little hearts' content. Oh, they had an absolute ball; jumping on the trampolines, diving into the Foam Zone, soaring through the air to dunk basketballs in the Sky Slam Court, and playing dodge ball. I was posting all kinds of stuff on Instagram that day. All of us adults just sat and roamed around and watched, taking pictures. I was kind of wishing I could get out there, but I figured us grown folks could come back for our own little play date another day.
So next, (after hanging out in the parking lot for a while throwing a football and tripping out), we all headed to Stevie B's to pig out. (On the way the boys took turns telling Yo Mama jokes. I admit I added a couple). The boys sat at their own little table and we sat at ours, talking and watching whatever football game was on the television. And of course, they couldn't go to Stevie B's without playing in the arcade. Langston won a bunch of tickets and redeemed them for something I'm sure he probably lost an hour later, but he enjoyed it so no comment from me.
Then, we went to Wal-Mart so Langston could pick out his birthday gift from me. I went about it this way 'cause really, I didn't know what to get him (he wanted a pair of Lebron shoes, but I already told him he could forget that). In past years it was easy; he went from Spiderman to Batman to Ben 10 to Bay Blades as far as his obsession of the year (I feel like I'm forgetting one) but he didn't have one this year. If anything he's just into sports equipment. And he loves Elite socks (and always manages to lose one of every pair he gets). So we walked around Wal-Mart for probably close to an hour and out of that whole store, he chooses a football (to add to the five or six he already has) and a laser pointer to use to mess with my mother's cat. SMH moment, but hey, it was his birthday.
THEN, after dropping his last friend off, we stopped at our favorite local eating spot, Bubba Mac's (see my Funk Food post), where the owner was cool enough to offer him either a free wing plate or some money for his birthday. He chose the money. Big shock there.
Then I dropped him off at his dad's. I was T-I-R-E-D and couldn't wait to get to my bed. Before he got out of the car, he hugged me and said that was the best birthday he had ever had, and he thanked me for putting it together for him and for being such an awesome mom. That made my night and also made me forget about any fatigue I had; the fact that he enjoyed his day so much was all I wanted.
So yeah, I have a ten year old son. Before I know it, I'll blink and he'll be a teenager. Then he'll be dating (so not ready to think about that). Then he'll be graduating high school and going off to college somewhere. Time goes by so fast...my son is ten, and I'm five years from forty. *shudder*
Oh well. :)
