Of course there was soccer. Julien enjoyed showing off his ability to his grandparents. He also enjoyed being a "tickle monster" and tickling his teammates.
This last Saturday Julien's soccer club held a soccer tournament, called the Kohl's Cup. It seems crazy at this age, but Julien loved it. They played three short games, with breaks in between. Our coach couldn't make it (she was running a city Latino Festival), so the parents played musical coaches to see who was it . . . we manged to escape the responsibility. After the first game Jun's dad, Andre, started coaching, and he was amazing! He was concerned that the kids wouldn't be able to understand him because of his Brazilian accent, but no worries. Mostly he repeated "look at the ball, look at the ball, look at the ball!" Oddly, not having a coach really brought the families of the team together, and we all enjoyed ourselves. It end up there is another kid on the team (Diego) whose parents had a home birth with the same midwife. Not only that, but she looks after kids of a friend of mine. Small world. Very different community than T-ball.

Grandmum Kathy sent Julien a bunch of amazing silver balloons for his birthday. Everybody loved them...although perhaps too much. It was hard to resist banging them around. Durring the rocket ship game a couple kids burst open the small sand bag that was tethering the balloons to earth. As they took off into the sky, Julien burst out crying. We all stopped and stared as the balloons lifted off into space. Gretchen (seen here in the lavender shirt) said "don't worry Julien you will get some more balloons next year" and gave Julien a big kiss. It was really sweet. Later I also noticed that she was wearing the soccer ring that she recieved on Julien's cupcake at school. Julien has talked quite a bit about Gretchen. And I can see why. Not only was she very sweet, but she also knew more about space than any of the other kids. She told me all about the different planets and their moons. 
One of the games I led was a rocketship blast-off game. The kids pretended to get in a rocketship (marked off by balloons) and then I would count down 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 blast-off! and we would pretend to fly to each of the planets. When we would land I would describe a quality of the planet and we would all follow my directions (ie on Venus there are lots of volcanoes, so when we are on the planet we jump around and explode!). As Richard pointed out, really it was a modern dance improvisation game. The kids loved it.
When Julien woke up in the morning his temperature was within the normal range (in other words very slightly elevated), so we decided to have the party. The temperature outside, however, was not normal. We had record high temperatures in the 90s. Julien had a chill morning playing with his toys and having books read to him. Michelle, our babysitter, came a couple hours early to help out with our set up. I have never been so prepared for a birthday party!
Julien turned six on Friday. We brought in cupcakes to school, each adorned with a soccer ring. Big thrill. When Julien came off the bus that afternoon he was wearing a large golden crown that his teacher had given him. He looked very proud. When I asked him what his favorite thing was all day, his answer was, "holding hands with the line leader." 

This last weekend we hired a babysitter and went out to the Lotus Festival, a yearly world music festival. We stayed out till midnight, the latest we have stayed out since Sebastian was born. It was a fabulous evening! We saw three of the fifteen or so bands that evening. We started with Amazones, a women's African drumming ensemble who played astoundingly complex rhythms. Then we saw the 17 Hippies, who played polka influenced music with a 17 piece band that included a banjo and mandolin. I danced like crazy! We finished the evening with the March Fourth Marching Band, a post punk circus influenced marching band with stilt walkers. It was a fun mix.
Sebastian loves crawling into Julien's bed when I am putting him to bed at night. The three of us usually turn off the lights and lie down all snuggled together under Julien's covers. Julien and I talk about school, upcoming events or I tell stories about when I was little. Sebastian usually nurses, but sometimes he rolls around on his brother instead.
Kevin and Lane had a baby! And isn't she adorable. Sebastian was never as little as baby Ada. We brought them dinner yesterday (a Tuscan bean salad, baguette and ice cream) and discovered that Sebastian's former nanny, Anna lives across the street. Julien was happy to to see her son, Jack.
Last week Julien came home with a skinned knee. He explained the incident and said that he went to the nurses office. To which I replied, "the nurse must know you well by now, you've been there so often." He replied "no, this was the first time I really went to the nurses office." He looked at me a moment to see how I would respond...at least once a week Julien tells me that he was injured and had to go to the nurses office to wash up, including the first day of school! This time he had a slip from the nurses office so I knew it was official. I'm still not certain, did someone take him into the nurses office to wash up the other times, or was it all imaginary? Probably imaginary.