Monday was Madison's eleventh birthday. She had a lot of fun receiving cards and gifts in the mail and baking her own birthday cake. That sounds cruel of me to make her bake her own cake, but really I'm just lazy. Besides that, she actually enjoyed doing it. She even decorated it herself which is a lot like art and she loves art!
She used pink, blue and green icing on a chocolate background to make butterflies, flowers and blue birds. It turned out really cute.
Seriously, it was cute.
Once she blew out the candles, we commenced with the present opening.
Here's a list of what she wanted and what she received:
Ear's pierced. Check.
Ipod Shuffle. Check.
Candy. Check, check and check.
Cash donations for the camera fund inspired by her mother's professional photography skills. Check, check.
And lastly, not requested but gladly received, one digital recorder. Check.
Then her daddy loaded up her Ipod, put batteries in her recorder and that's when the fun really began. With the kids all hopped up on sugar they'd run into the bedroom to sing and talk and laugh into the recorder then they'd come running back out and Madison would yell (her Ipod still blasting loudly into her ears) at the adults in the room, "You've got to listen to this! It is sooo funny!" Then she would play back the insane nonsense for us to enjoy. This happened nonstop throughout the rest of the evening.
Now, two days later, when I go looking for the kids I usually find them in a closet, nibbling on the remaining hunks of chocolate and pop rocks, speaking gibberish onto the recorder with music blasting from Madison's ears loudly enough for everyone else to hear, looking like this...
They've turned into a weird bunch of unsocialized, homeschooled, little freakazoids. This wasn't supposed to happen. This is exactly what I've tried to avoid by homeschooling them. I hope this doesn't derail anyone's plans of homeschooling their own children. You know you can learn 'em just as good at home as you can in public schools. Sometimes even better. I should know, I'm a homeschool graduate myself. That's right. You're looking at a bunch of second generation homeschoolers.
Thank you dear birthday gift givers.
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