July is one of my favorite months, not because of the weather, like some people (I don’t enjoy being hot..or cold for that matter), but because it’s when I met Philip allllll of those years ago (23 to be exact), and the month we got married (17 years ago) and it’s when I became a mom. That big boy of ours is six! He has left early childhood behind and is moving onto big kid things, like kindergarten. While life is definitely easier now that they’re a little older, it still breaks my mama heart π’. There are perks, like Quinn can work the Apple TV remote now, so I don’t have to fuss with that every time they want a new show (there are downsides though, like when he uses the voice option to search for random shit, so they have to be closely monitored). He can buckle his own seatbelt, and he’s proficient in all of his self-help skills. Despite being able to do things for himself, this summer sparked a regression and he was constantly asking me to do things for him that he is completely capable of doing himself—like getting him a drink that’s right in front of him, or buttoning his shirt, or carrying him to the bathroom. I struggle with finding the balance between doing some of it, letting him feel cared for, and making him do it on his own, contributing to his future productiveness. I can sympathize with wanting to be taken care of. However, he can be so damn dramatic. Quinn will throw a full on tantrum about the silliest things. When I refuse to have a conversation with him until he stops whining, he can turn it in and off, like a faucet. It isn’t just him stuffing down all of his feelings, either. He doesn’t even have any residual fuss in his voice, because it’s all manufactured. This phase is extremely frustrating. I had hoped we would be done with tantrums by 6, but alas, we are not π« .
Ashy has picked up some of Quinn’s sensationalism. He scraped his toe one day, and I wasn’t giving him the proper amount of attention, apparently, so he told me, “It’s getting badder!” π He’s not afraid to voice his feelings. I put him in time out one day and he said, “Mama, I mad at you!” I asked why, and he said, “You put me in time out.” I said, “Well, bud, you punched your brother in the face. Your actions have consequences.” Being mad at me didn’t stop him from repeating the behavior, so I had to raise the repercussion to include taking away his tv shows. His automatic response, whenever I get him out of time out, is always, “I understand”, despite being able to tell me why he’s there sometimes. He says whatever he thinks will get him released. Taking away his shows has a lasting effect though, and I can remind him several times why he’s having the consequence when he asks to choose.
Ash is definitely less of a testy three year old than Quinn was, but he still tries it sometimes. He was playing with Quinn’s new toy one day:
Me: “Did Quinn say you could play with that?”
Ash: “He doesn’t want it. Don’t ask him though.”
Me: “Why not? Because you’re lying!”
Ash: π³ “I was just tricking you.”
Me: “Uh huh.”
Anyway, since I'm writing this post wayyyy late, we're going to go with chronology, and walk through July together, starting at the beginning. We gathered for the 4th of July with both of our extended families. We had a cookout at our house with mine, and went to Philip’s parents’ house in the afternoon.

The yummy, homemade m&m cookies were a hit.
We made red, white, and blue slime. Usually I hate glitter, but I made an exception, just this one time.
whomp, whomp. A mess for the sidewalk. Yay. I hate fireworks and wish they would be banned π. I know, I know, get off my lawn. These snakes and smoke bombs were the only fireworks we got to see this year. I thought about taking the boys somewhere to watch, but honestly, they’re not worth the disruption to our bedtime π€·π»♀️. Maybe next year.
Homemade glitter slime, round 2, with the Eagleson cousins.
The Wetzel 4-H Trail advertised that their wooden dog, Clover, was missing, somewhere on the trail. If you went for a hike to find him, and posted pictures on social media, Lisa would send you a prize. We were so proud of the boys for making the entire hike, and then we received gift certificates for Stalder’s in the mail! Ice cream is a pretty great reward for hiking π.
On the 10th, we celebrated the big boy turning 6! We had a fun filled day with gifts, the pool with Kiki, a ride on the bike trail with his new electric scooter, gifts from Nana and Juju, and dinner at BK.
How is he 6 already?!
π₯Ί he’s getting so big π₯Ί
I love this pic. He was wearing my hat and that smile melts my heart ♥️
Overall, I think he had a great birthday!
His birthday was on a Thursday, so we waited to have his party on the following Sunday. He wanted to have a pool party, but renting the pool means waiting until 7:30pm to have your party. It’s usually pretty chilly by that time, so I didn’t want to do that. Instead, we had his party at 12:30, at the shelter closest to the pool, and then we just invited our guests to come up to the pool with us when it opened. I think that worked out pretty well.
I swear their favorite part was just blowing up balloons using my air machine. Quinn was really pushing the limits of that latex π¬, idk how it didn’t bust.
I don’t really believe in giving party favors (kids have too much shit as it is), but Kiki gave the capes to us to share and they were a hit.
Quinn asked me to make dirt cake instead of a traditional cake. Sure, a party at the park in July is the perfect time to make a refrigerator cake π. Just kidding, it was fine in our cooler.
Quinn mastered climbing up the fire pool at Bruce Park and grew his ego at the same time π.

He also mastered the lily pads at the pool. He practiced a lot. It almost felt like a hustle to the big kids waiting in line behind him. They would tell him he could go, once the person in front of him would get about halfway through them, but he would say he wanted to wait for them to be done so he could run them. One time, there were teenagers who didn’t believe he could do it, but they started hyping him up, telling him, “Okay, okay, you’ve got this!” Then they were surprised when he zipped right through them π. Ash even got pretty good at them, some days he could walk across 3-4 before switching to a jumping technique. The lily pads seem to attract more boys than girls, and the girls who do try it, usually aren’t as quick as the boys. I’m sure this is due to their own self preservation. The boys are just reckless with it π« . Since Ash wanted to do them too, I had to stay close and often felt like I had to be the mom of the lily pads to keep everyone straight. Kids can’t be trusted to stand in a line and take their turn without supervision π. Even if I didn’t want to police it, Quinn would yell for me to correct anyone who tried skipping him π€¦π»♀️.

We hit up Story Time one Tuesday with Iris. They really liked the space theme activities.
The Walk It Out Wednesday group met once at Paden City park, so we got to check out their updated playground, chase some squirrels, and find my name on the softball plaque π₯.
Quinn and I shared strep, a fun surprise in July π« . It started with me, but I’ll never be convinced one of them didn’t help me get it. I mean, they lick things in public, it’s way more likely it came from them π. Maybe Ash was a symptomless host, I don’t know. Anyway, Quinn started showing symptoms about 4 days after me. Ash never did, and neither did Philip, luckily.
I attended my monthly book club meeting with some awesome girls. We always have a good time!
Philip and I celebrated our anniversaries (married and together) with a day trip to Pittsburgh to do some shopping. The boys, well, probably just Quinn, didn’t want to go, but we didn’t care. Sometimes you have to do things you don’t wanna do. Not to mention, it was our anniversary and not everything is about them π€ͺ. They made out anyway, they got to get Cinnabon and to practice their posing in a photo booth that turned them in a Spider-Man comic. We also found some school clothes, Quinn's favorite thing to buy.
The boys took a rare moment to pause their fighting and play together. When I walked in on this scene, I couldn’t help but laugh. Ash is such a good little brother π
Sophie PUPdate πΎ:
She can’t believe Quinn is already 6!
She actually made a pretty good hiking partner! I’m not sure who was the most worn out π.
It cracks me up every time I find her sunbathing in the kitchen ☀️ πΆ
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