Peter's Birthday Party

Peter had his birthday this Saturday at what mom described as "Peter Heaven". It was a facility in West Roseville called Arena Softball. Dad took Peter and his friends there to eat pizza, play kickball and arena baseball (slightly different than regular baseball), hit a few balls in the batting cages and eat cake. Mom, Mac, Emily, Emily's friend Lindsay and I all came along about an hour later because the ice cream cake Mom had made had to finish freezing. Here's how we partied...













Mom did all of the behind-the-scenes, no-glory work of planning the party, making the phone calls, making the cake, taking the photos, writing down who gave what presents, etc, etc.












Dad, in true Dad fashion, played his heart out. With signature Schofield competitiveness, Dad was trying to win it for his team by being all over the field at once. I'd look up and see him catching a ball behind second base, throwing it to first, and then running home to tag a runner out. It was hilarious. By the end of the evening the boys played yet another game and Dad marveled at how kids have so much energy.















Mac and I took a more passive route to party participation. Mac brought along a couple of books. One an old favorite that he was finishing (Ender's Game) and another that I had suggested to him (Uglies).












This is how I party. I brought along the baby blanket that I've been knitting furiously for the past month or so. It's hard to tell from the picture how awesome it is and what a fantastic knitter I am, but I'll vouch for me. It IS awesome and I AM a pretty fantastic knitter if I do say so myself
















Emily and Lindsay got into the games. (BTW, I think it's freaky how much they look alike). Emily is on the right with her super-toned swimming arms (please don't compare to my knitting arms). Ever the Schofield, Emily was competitive and did not enjoy things when they didn't go her way. She also sustained some minor injuries such as a kickball to the face. She's pretty tough and got back out there each time.








Here are all the boys (plus at least one girl that I can see) in their silly glasses and teeth that came with their gift bags. They're a pretty good bunch of boys, as far as 11 year olds go...