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The birthday week was a success. The Boy liked his doll, even more than I imagined he would. I still can’t believe my Boy is eight years old. I don’t think he was expecting what he got. I think he suspected he was getting the doll. I don’t think he ever imagined that I would go so far as to write a book for him and have the hair cut ahead of time. He definitely wasn’t expecting the doll to come with a pet dog (Thanks Gram!), and PJ’s and changes of clothes.

The kids in his class liked the snack we brought. It was brownies made to look like a #minecraft grass block.

I was even a little surprised when he wanted to take the doll to school for sharing. I have to admit the mama bear in me tried to discourage it, since I knew some of the older boys in his class are obviously not being brought up like he is. I really can’t even imagine that there are still people in this world who are so closed minded and friggid and so unsure of their own sexuality that they are raising their kids to be intolerant toward different types of people on this small planet. What surprises me even more is that these people are obviously at least moderately intelligent, otherwise they wouldn’t even be sending their kids to this school. but still. oh wait, this isn’t a post about that. /end rant

So. I let the Boy take Kirby to school. I talked to him and explained that some kids may not think Kirby is as cool as he does. Some kids might say mean things. I also told him that he should be proud and confident to like what he likes. He shouldn’t let other people’s opinions sway what he feels. He was like, “Duh Mom, I know that. I like what I like.” Ok, then. Kirby hung out with me in my office until sharing time. Luckily his teacher is NOT one of those aforementioned people, and was very supportive and cool with it. He waited until the third graders were off in another activity and so it was just the sweet second graders for the sharing time. It went smoothly. Actually, I think some were pretty impressed that the Boy’s mother wrote a book. I was walking through his class room (my office is attached and I have to walk through to get to mine) shortly after and one of the kids was all like, “Hey Ms Rhea, did you really write a whole book?” Later after school, the Boy asked when the next book would be done. Umm, not sure kid, finish reading the first one first…it might suck. I do have a few ideas though.

Kirby hanging out with me in my office

There were also weekend new Legos for the Boy and even a small set for Lil K. I’m calling this year a success. Even with out a full on nerve wrecking party, the Boy had a great birthday celebration.

Kirby and Kirsten came to the basketball game with us too!

They won 32-18. Maybe Kirby is a good luck charm!

In case you are interested, here is the story I wrote to go along with Kirby. It was written with the American Girl books in mind. Please leave feedback, I have thin skin, let me know if I should keep going or put my pen away. But remember it was written for an eight year old. It’s not classical literature, folks.
PDF of the story Meet Kirby