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6 Six Seis Sechs Sei....You get it.



The dudes are officially a hand and one finger old. That's right, they are 6! Woot! Woot! That means Mr. Mayer and I have kept twin boys alive for six years. #2 likes to challenge us. I'd like to say that those early years are really fuzzy and full of warm feelings, but no. I still remember that first year as really hard and I still don't have warm fuzzy feelings about it. Maybe in another six years. Maybe.

Because I am me and I believe that birthdays should be celebrated, I, in true Jayna fashion, stretched their celebration out for a week. We had a party for them and their friends last Saturday. It was a pool party complete with water balloon fights, minecraft brownies (dirt) and rice krispie treats (sand-I think), and nerf guns. Oh my the nerf guns. #2 has died and gone straight to nerf gun heaven at this point. Their actual birthday was the following Friday. They were seriously born on 90210. All the nurses got a kick out of that at the time. I wasn't so amused at the time. 

It has become our tradition to take the little dudes, sorry big dudes, to Toys R Us and let them pick out their own birthday gift. Last year we were in the store for HOURS. I thought we would never leave. Things have changed a lot in a year. We were in the store for MAYBE 20 minutes. Those guys knew what they wanted. Wham. Bam. Thank you Ma'am. I was in shock it was so quick. I had packed snacks, drinks, a movie in case I got bored.....they fooled me. 

Another tradition in our family, if it is your birthday you get to pick dinner. I can make it, we can order it or we can go out. This year the dudes had a lot of discussion. A. LOT. Have you ever watched to two bull headed six year olds negotiate dinner? It's intense. Finally they settled on Osaka so they could see the volcano. We had been in the restaurant five minutes and I remembered why I hate taking them to restaurants. Gah!
That was just in the first few minutes. I also had to say "You cannot eat your ice cream with one chop stick." and "Candles are not food." Seriously. At what point will we be able to go out and sit down like normal people? #1 eats, drinks and sleeps cheerleading these days. She's on a competitive and regular cheer team. Our dinner turned into a chance for her to practice in between the hibachi tables. I have nightmares about cheers. 

Because the dudes birthday always falls around Labor Day the rest of the weekend was spent tailgating and cheering on our OSU Cowboys, birthday parties for friends (because other people have birthdays too) and a backyard pool party/cookout with family. By Monday night I could not hold my eyes open and I was fairly convinced I was going to need a liver transplant. But, a few days later I think I am going to make it. I have five months to prepare for #1's big 1-0. She has been making plans for months. 

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