Tomorrow my baby turns 11. (Neither mundane or pointless.)

I’m not sure how these 11 years have sped by so fast or how he grew to be such a wonderful kid despite such dodgy DNA stock.

But, I’ve been waiting for this birthday in particular for some time so I could do thisfor his birthday. (Mine is done on our computer as I am too cheap.)

He is quite the fan. I had to give birth to the only person who can get as amped up as I can about a fictional book. I should have had him when I was 12!!! ok, not really.

I’m thinking of attaching it to this, as we have it, and chucking it at his window at 12:01am 4/25/09.
Will I emotionally scar him forever being a dorkwad fangirl mom or score major points?

I love this idea. (However, if he’s a sound sleeper, you may want to reconsider the window chucking or get something where you can tap on the window repeatedly.)

This is just the kind of thing my mom would have done for me as a child, which I now remember fondly and look forward to similar fun with my own daughter. :smiley:

Thank you!

All I have to do is find Hedwig!

…and just think, in two years you can wake him with a terrifying black dog and a Dementor’s kiss.

Too cool, I love it! My first thought was to get one now in case their not available in nine years. . .

Celtling is two today. It still feels like one long day and a night since she was born!

ETA: the Hogwarts mail usually comes during breakfast. . .

I like your thinking!

The two are not mutually exclusive :p.

I know it comes during breakfast, but flinging a stuffed owl at the window at midnight is just too funny!

My husband came up with the idea of video taping the Hedwig through the window thing.

We’ll see how it all films.
I can’t wait.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

My daughter turns 11 this Summer too, and I am so going to nick your idea, which is a great one.

Only problem is, it wasn’t that long ago that she was still asking (just to check) whether Hogwarts was real, so it might be a bit cruel. Hmm.

It’s a big birthday to celebrate - their last ‘little kid’ birthday, really. Though you and I are probably pretty lucky to have almost-11-year-olds who are still happy to be little kids - my daughter’s friends are all terribly grown-up.

Ooh! Ooh! #2 son turns 11 in May–I like this idea! Now, if only I can get my act together by then…

We have a stuffed Hedwig, too–and an HP wand (from a Christmas a few years back). Hmm…

It’s a great idea. He’ll love it. And maybe include a note saying you’ll take him to the midnight showing of opening night for HP6? Just a thought.

Operation: Hogwarts Letter was a success.

We got in late from another birthday party of a gazillion boys running amok shooting airsoft at each other for 6 hours. My son plopped into bed about 1140pm like a tree being felled.

It was unusually warm last night and ten minutes after he fell asleep, I went in, took the screen out of his window ( which was a noisy affair.), cranked the window out to it’s maximum openage.

My husband set up the video camera in the hall on the tripod and then went outside.

Turning on the light at about 12:02ish, I had to really work hard waking my son up. He is normally very easy to rouse with a hollering through the vents from the first floor or even the basement, but he was dead to the world. He struggled to sit up as I wished him a Happy 11th Birthday!!!

He is such a good natured kid, he just took the hug from me and tried to fall back asleep right there. ( If it was our daughter, my head would have been seperated from my body moments earlier, which is why my husband will have the job of front the Operation Letter to Hogwarts to her in two years.)

The owl floops through the window and our son didn’t see it land on the floor. I play stupid. He starts waking up when I said, " Something just flew in the window! It was an animal…"

This creeped him out a bit as we a) live in the country and skunks are an issue and b) there is a stray cat that has been hanging around our house and is infected with eye issues. Our son’s first concern is always Our Asberger’s Cat.

By this time, my husband has trotted back inside and is now in the doorway.

Son peers over the bed and sees Hedwig, " Hey…why are you throwing Hedwig through my window?" This kid is a future scientist or engineerd with how analytical his mind works, even in his befuddled state. " I got him three years ago…"

My husband plays stupid and strongly suspect that my DNA of reasoning out stuff is running on DEFCON 5 in our first born at the moment, give me a That is your son… look. Yeah, well…he looks just like YOU, MISTER! was a look given right back.

I hand our son Hedwig, who has his Letter From Hogwarts bandoliered across his chest with two rubber bands. With a sleepy smile he opens them and we make him read the letter. He races through it with all the affection and enunciation of a man getting his annual ( our son was a) tired and b) embarrassed.) but he had a big sleepy smile when at last he fell back onto his pillow, muttering, " Thanks."

The video, which we replayed instantly, is teh funny at Hedwig’s Arrival. If I can figure out how to linky it up here, I will.

Oh, Shirley, I just love you!

I can’t believe you have throw-away lines like this:

You are such a cool mom.

Well, in fairness, I stole it.