build a block tower using only your robotic arm
robot bean bag toss -- she (and her little helpers) made those felt robots
pin the battery on the robot
(over Spring Break we traced around the younger lad to make this poster, then the bambini colored in the 'bot.
Note the iPod and earbuds -- that's the elder lad's doing)
Note the iPod and earbuds -- that's the elder lad's doing)
She and my beloved's father served a lovely brunch with the younger lad's favorite food. My sister brought cinnamon rolls, and we brought this little number made of butter cake from the King Arthur Flour Whole Grain Baking Cookbook and topped with our favorite cream cheese frosting -- but no homemade sprinkles:
And then there was Fruit Bot 1.0, but you met him already:
and these cute juice boxes (the bambini have been great about "pacing ourselves", as the elder lass says somberly, with the candy)
My parents and sister and my beloved's brother saw to the balloons, adding to the already festive environment. It was a fete filled with laughter and lots of robot noises, both bambini-created and battery-operated.
These family birthday parties with everyone involved somehow are testaments to the love that binds us together, a love rooted in faith that, God willing, gives rise to the formation of children into adults open to heeding God's call for their lives. Collaborating on the festivities gives us all a chance to be more present to the honoree, which is probably the best gift of all.
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