Tuesday, April 9, 2013
A Birthday and a Petting Zoo
I have failed as a mother. On Big Lad's fifteenth birthday I took not one photo. Zero, zilch, zippo!
In my defense, it wasn't an especially photographable birthday. But it was a fantastic one, according to the lad himself. A sleepover with his good friend C., a lavish breakfast produced by Papa Speechless, gifts of money and vouchers from his favorite shops (including a certain fast-food taco joint), an all-day eating/shopping/eating spree with said friend and me, a quick bite of pizza at the annual church Easter egg-dyeing fest (yep, more eating), and another gift fest at Grandma's.
And then Easter happened, and a little brother with a cold, and the excitement of helping Grandma find a fab new house to live in...and, truth be told, a little bit of frolicking in the woods...and here it is, more than two weeks later, and I'm just now talking about it.
Ah, well. It was good, he had a fine time, and he doesn't seem too traumatized by the fact that his parents are in no hurry to sign him up for driving lessons (even though fifteen-year-olds in Missouri are indeed eligible for a learner's permit). Phew!
But in case you need reassuring evidence that my Tall Teen still exists, here he is bonding with a yak.
And a camel.
All for now. Except for this photo for Barb, who is under the weather.
Also, my sister and brother-in-law are flying to Norway day after tomorrow. Feel free to wave at the sky if you see them!