A Very Merry Birthday to Landen

On Thursday, the Landenator turned six years old. I searched the Greater Baton Rouge area to find a bakery that would/could make me a cake with Batman fighting the Joker on it, which I did but at 6 AM, Landen didn't give two shits about that birthday cake. It was cooler that afternoon.
After school we opened presents, and Jake is one of those lucky little suckers who gets presents on his brother's birthday, on account of he's too young NOT to get something when his brother does. Landen got the LEGO Batman video game, Batman and Joker action figures, a Batman playset, the Batmobile with the Batcycle and a pirate ship. Jake got a Roman coliseum playset.
Friday night was our Marriott slumber party. They put us on the 20th floor, so the boys could see the entire South side of the city
and after we ordered pizza, we took them down to the hot tub. I didn't get in the hot tub, I just sat on the side with my feet in the water, so I did not have an appreciation for the depth of the thing.
I asked Landen whether he thought he could touch the bottom and he stepped off the step and went WAY under. I forgot he can't swim, which will be remedied this summer when I put both of their asses in swim lessons at the Y. Anyway, I was expecting him to gain control any minute, but he cam up and went right back down again. It was at Corey's urging that I was reminded to grab him, which I did, and after 90 seconds of screaming, we got him calmed down and he resumed hot tub play on the steps. For the rest of the night, he kept hugging and kissing me and thanking me for saving his life, but really, I was the one who endangered it, I guess, but I appreciated his gratitude.

Of an equal amount of fun was Dad collecting the towels from the pool chairs and tying them on their heads, which made them pirates/ninjas/Hajis.
They tired themselves out at the hot tub--in and around it and we went upstairs and watched American Gladiators until they fell asleep. Then Corey and I watched that Mickey Rourke movie The Wrestler, which is not at all uplifting, but the performances are good, if you can get past Mickey Rourke's ate-up face enough to appreciate the acting.

So much fun was had at the Marriott slumber party that Jake has selected the Embassy Suites as the site of his birthday celebration in May.