We started with a homemade cake. Nothing tastes better. Plus I would never deprive my children of licking the beaters as I was allowed to do so many, many times as an itty bitty punk.
There is always one goofball in the mix. (No pun intended)
I also bought myself a pasty bag and I wanted to use to use it real bad. This is what I got. It was major fun.
A few gifts
A lot of excitement.
One brothers last baseball game. "Are we really at the all field on my birthday mom?"
Actually he was fine with it.
I was the one having a problem with it. Oh yea, I'm smiling on the outside alright, but on the inside I'm just a boiling cesspool of frustration and angst. I don't care if I'm The Sideline Mom, I'm done with baseball people!
A quick dinner out with the fam.
One birthday wish. Shhhh don't tell anyone or it won't come true. (Did you say that as a kid?)
A great time was had by all.
Happy Birthday to my
Intense
Thrill Seeking
Fearless
Adventure Loving
Dirt Magnet
of a boy.
Happy Birthday to you. (and many more)
Over and out.
The SLM
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