Brock Rocks 7 and bye bye Bus House!
The elder child is a monsterous 7!! It's a plague year, so we nixed the big party and did an even more un-socially responsible option, spend time with our favorite high-risk people, Grandma and Grandpa Donut!! Oh my goodness. But it was also the last hurrah in the amazing bus house, a place of such grand memories for us and Brock that we took the small risk and went to celebrate happy times and give our love.
Here is the man of the day dressed to the nines in his homemade volcano party hat- our theme for this year- volatile destruction.
k. The kids are wearing different clothes so this can't be the same day, but it seems festive, right? I'm keeping it.
Brock with besty Theodor at Wicker Park, blowing their heads off!
The whole crew, us and Theodor's people Jenny and David...
And yes, that is the volcano cake I made that you can't see very well, but those are gummy dinos running from the apocalypse.
Alice is so commenty ... but not sure what she is saying here...
and then ... to the bus house!! the bus house is really one of Brock's favorite places ever, and this visit was truly special.
An amazing sunset on a perfect night.
Sparklers and fireflies to toast in his new year.
and a fire dance to bring prosperity (and a vaccine? in 2021...)
No midwestern night is complete without lightning bugs. And Matt is the lightning bug whisperer.
Quite a collection (that was freed just before their souls gave up).
Looking for the shooting star out that night.
Alice enjoying the balloon leftovers the next day.
Space lego light up magic awesome splendor.
And a beaut from G Omahas...
Murray pies for this birthday....
This year in the corn...
A thank you to the wonderful years in the corn, at Leland Lake, the Bus House, Mom and Dad, and the many many wonderful memories we've made there. It truly will be a place that is special in Brock's heart forever, and maybe Alice will have a memory in there as well (she still gets a smile when we say "bus house" so you never know). And happy birthday to the most one-of-a-kind, brilliant, chatterbox, jumping bean, shining star of a son one could conceive (and we actually did!). Love you Brock!
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