I don't think my babies are babies anymore...
E and Z turned six today. Six!!! Which, times two is actually twelve.
Here are their presents before:
And here they are after:
I always try to go minimalist with the presents, and then I always worry that I'm depriving them--this year I got them each two pairs of jeans (which really means four pairs for Z, because E doesn't like jeans, but it's not the season for corduroys or fleece pants, and it's time they look a little less like orphans with twice-patched knees), several pairs of socks, a small Lego set each, a Henry Huggins book each, a bigger Lego set for Z and his very own chess ("chest") set for E, and a copy of AA Milne's Now We Are Six, a single copy of which I finally found after several fruitless laps around the Barnes & Noble children's section. They were thrilled with everything, especially after raking in more loot from the grandparents and various other mail-senders.
We celebrated with dinner at the A1 Diner, topped off with warm brownie cups with ice cream:
Which, I must say, they ate with a little more decorum than at their first birthday.
After all was eaten and unwrapped, Z declared it "the bestest birthday ever!"Edited 5/18/11: Z informed me today that what he actually said is that it was "the bestest birthday so far." Always room for improvement, I suppose!