Sunday, June 22, 2008

Special Day

Every year for their birthdays Nanna and Grandpa Green take the boys out for a "Special Day." A special day is basically a day in which the boys get anything they want from the time they get picked up in the morning until they are returned to us (exhausted and on a sugar-high) late that night.

It's formalized spoiling.

Big Boy #2 is turning 7 this week and was able to have his Special Day on Saturday. He had been planning it for months. He started out with a breakfast of chocolate chips pancakes at Nanna and Grandpa's house.

Of course there was a game of baseball on the wii. (BB#2 won.)
Then off to the bowling alley. (Granpa won.)

Next there was a round of miniature golf. (Nanna won that.)

Then home to make clay bowl in Nanna's kiln and dinner at Red Robbin - complete with singing waiters and ice-cream.

The thing that I find so interesting about these Special Day's is that there usually isn't anything SO outrageously amazing about them. Our family goes bowling on occasion, and certainly playing the wii and eating out are a regular part of our lives. Often the boys will opt to just play games with Nanna and Grandpa or go swimming at the neighborhood pool. So why are Special Days so special?

Coming from a family of three active boys individual time is hard to come by. And even when we have those moments - well, they are moments. Being the focus of attention for an entire day is pretty amazing. Having the full attention of two doting grandparents is enough to make any little boy feel like they are, well, special.

7 comments:

Mom of Three said...

I'm just glad they started doing them for the big kids too, i.e. me and you!

Vern said...

chocolate chip pancakes, totally reasonable. Wii...bowling...blah blah blah...what the? NANNA HAS A KILN??? This is the part people should be focusing on. Does anybody who comments on this blog know anyone other than schools and hippies in Boulder who make their own bowls out of the clay they dig out of the mountain so it can be organic who owns a KILN?

Martha said...

What a fun day for BB2! And yeah, please tell us more about your momma and her kiln? What's the scoop?

Who knew that G's mom had all the right stuff to make her own pot(tery}?

And the blogger/scrapbooker in me wonders: how do you get them to take such great pictures for the photo essay?

tz said...

ooooh, what a fantastic day! how fun!

and adorable pic of exuberant boy below!

ganelle said...

First: My mom has never inhaled.

Second: Vern absolutely has a point. My mom owns the most bizarre, obscure tools. Once, when I was trying to make homemade wheat breat (a LONG time ago) my mom told me to "just grind your wheat a little finer." OH, OK then! She has tools that would make Tim the Tool Man jealous!

THIRD: My mom is also a scrapbooker - thus the lovely photojournaling.

It's really quite handy to have her around!

Martha said...

Ooo...an idea for a blog entry: what's in your momma's tool shed?
Totally Trivial: the MOm edition?

I'm lovin' it!

Vern said...

"What's in your momma's tool shed"? That is funny. Although I gotta say it has more Tim McGraw potential than anything.