Monday, April 06, 2009
Happy Birthday, Little Sir!
A full weekend of fun. Lots of farting and burping when two friends spent the night Friday. Also the cussing? "Crap" and "damn" were about the worst, but...ok, I did it when I was their age, too. Just when I was about to lose hope in nine year-old humanity, they decided to watch "Curse of the Were- Rabbit" and I was reminded that they are, after all, little kids.
All the favorite foods: chocolate chip waffles, cupcakes, pizza, PR, and Chubby's. All the asked-for gifts: assorted balls and jerseys, and a Slim Jim. Plus some soccer in the sunshine.
He's a good boy, and a complete charmer. It's a miracle he hasn't broken a limb yet. He's ill-dressed at all times, has too much hair, is stinky and dirty, and I couldn't be happier that he's mine.
Posted by Belle at 4:05 PM