Sunday was Elijah's ninth birthday. It was also the day of his last basketball game so I emailed some family and friends and invited them to come cheer on the birthday boy at his game. I did ask Elijah a few days before if he would be embarrassed if he ever had a bunch of people cheering for him when he played. He said he would like it and when he is on the floor he doesn't hear anything but basketball. Well, we doubled the usual crowd. He heard us :)
When Elijah looked up and saw all his fans he could not believe it. And so begin his perma-grin.
And our neighbors (who are also some of our best friends) brought lots of signs and Elijah's head on a stick. Our other dear friends brought balloons. We waved the signs and cheered for his team. When Elijah scored we all chanted "ELI-JAH! ELI-JAH!"
Meanwhile, the coach from the other team (who I named Bitter Bob) was stomping around, cussing, and yelling at the refs. After all, it is third grade basketball. I imagine our chanting and cheering did not help his grumpy bugs or the fact that we crushed his team 27-4. Sorry Coach, you're messing with the wrong Totally Desperate Mom. . . and her peeps.
After the game I had cupcakes for everyone as per Elijah's request - chocolate cupcakes with chocolate cookie dough centers, cream cheese frosting, and one M and M on top. I just made box cake mix and shoved a pre-made hunk of cookie dough in and baked it in the cupcake. I made the cream cheese frosting from scratch because I have two skills and that is one of them. It wasn't the best-looking, Pinterest-perfect cupcake (shocker, I know), but it tasted amazing. At least that's what my body said when it told me to keep eating them.