The family birthday season is finally over. Hallelujah!
Except for Hubby in two weeks and he’s easy. Steak, cake, massage, done.
Yesterday Oldest turned 14. He had a list that would piss off Santa. And it did.
Burnout 3 at Game Stop $14.99
Tony Hawk American Wasteland $9.99
$100.00 for clothes at Hotline or Coastal Edge
Drumset/guitar with lessons
ipod (not shuffle)
real soccer jerseys that fit me
new drumset for Rockband
A boom box for the garage when working out
new soccer ball
new sk8 board
a long board
cable for my TV
Is that it? No problem. Oh, wait. I forgot. Our last name ISN’T Gates. Or Trump. Or even Philbin. Not to mention we spent the afternoon at the orthodontist. With 3 count em THREE patients. Pass the Paxil, please.
I used to LOVE the offspring party season. We did a choo choo train theme and found the perfect Baskin Robbins ice cream cake. The cutest pictures were taken under the table that year. One year was a race car theme and I made a spectacular figure 8 racetrack cake. We did painting pottery once and I ordered photos of the birthday kid made into confetti www.photofetti.com. I’ve made birthday muffins, birthday cupcakes, birthday crowns, and birthday bubbles at Gymboree. But now it’s all about the birthday bling-age. I am most definately out of my early childhood comfort zone.
When 14 boy/man came down the stairs just now and spoke, I thought it was my husband for a second. Boys & toys. I guess that’s normal. But I sure miss the wonder of the bow-on-the-head, play-with-the-box days. Them ‘r gone. Woo-oo Bye Bye. In return is the realization that this time next year he will be searching for Driver’s Ed classes. With three siblings right behind him.
Come Lord Jesus!
Before YOUR birthday works for me.