What the well dressed seven year old is wearing

My mother used to joke about someone’s birthday going on for a week like the Queen of England? That seemed to be the case for Max this week. We took Max out to dinner on June 16 for his birthday, the same day he had had a celebration with his mom and that side of the family. On Saturday, we had Kathys' sisters and their husbands over for yet another birthday bash. Max certainly cleaned up on presents this year with all these relatives chipping in. His dad's girlfriend, bought him the winner—a new game and movie player with all the bells and beeps. Shane dazzled our hero with a big mounted poster of his favorite video game with Max’s face Photoshopped into the character’s helmet and armor. Shane also bought forty yellow and green helium balloons for the party. We tied a few to the porch railing out front and Shane and Michelle put together several balloon trees that sprouted around the living room. Later we released a few balloons into the wild. OK—not the most environmentally sound action, but it was fun. Even more fun was watching Max play with his new water toys. He and his father donned (do people still “don” things, or do they just “put them on”?) plastic vests. When you hit your opponent’s chest with a stream of water, a little ball moves up a channel—kind of like the indicator on a dehumidifier—and when it hits the top, you lose. So they chased each other around madly while the rest of us civilians stood safely back from the fray.



In other news, I am still wrestling with my new computer, trying to make it truly mine: changing settings and such. iTunes is an issue, since it won't recognize my original ID; Sams Club suddenly doesn't know who I am; and they've shrunk the darn keyboard so much I can hardly use it. It's too much like a laptop, with the keys all squished together. My big fat fingers are always hitting wrong notes