Jack's Birthday Party – 5/31/08

We went to Jack’s 2 year old birthday party this afternoon. Our neighborhood has purchased a bouncy house, which then gets loaned out first-come first-serve for various parties, quite a nice deal, and of course it was there. Marshall and Layne pretty much head straight for it the minute we get there. There are 3 or 4 other boys in there, all about Marshall’s size or bigger. This does not faze Layne in the least; he gets bounced around like a ping pong ball and enjoys every last second. At one point he was trying to exit, got caught on something, fell over the side, hung upside down for a second, then fell on his head. Did this bother him? Of course not. This impressed many of the other father’s observing.

Marshall discovered a love of real cherries, which had graciously been pitted by Katie (Jack’s mom). They seemed to be a big hit amongst all of the kids, as they were pretty picked over in the giant fruit bowl. Marshall also spent a fair amount of time wrestling with a 4 foot long stuffed rhinoceros inside. He was concerned however that “no water was coming out”, to which I replied “of course there is no water, it is a rhinoceros”. One of the other mothers found this line of conversation quite amusing. I think her child was a bit younger than Marshall, and therefore not really aware of the sheer number of bizarre conversations that occur when living with a toddler.

Everyone seemed to enjoy the party. Being still so small, everyone is really interested in Susie and wants to hold her. Given the lovely Houston summertime heat, we are more than willing to pass her around.

While driving home, we passed Gwen, Matt, Eva & Levi who were walking home. This prompted Marshall to ask why Eva was at the party. We explained that Eva was also Jack’s friend, so she was invited as well. “Why?” “Well, they are friends like you are friends. They both came to your party.” “Why?” “Because they are your friends.” “But why was Eva at Jack’s party?” This went on and on. Sarah finally tried to throw it back at him and asked Marshall why he asked so many questions. His response “because I like to”, “Why?” she responded. “Because” he retorted. She kept asking “why” but it never seemed to faze him. So much for that trick.