Now They Are Six

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!