“Mom, when you blog about my birthday, use the picture with the lightning that Nan took.”

He rocks.  He just does.  He’s not perfect.  He complains about vacuuming, and teases his sisters.  But he is a very great guy.

He asked if we could go to RMSC for his birthday and since we hadn’t been there in years I said we could.  It would have been $68 for the day, or $83 for a membership, so I went for the membership.  But I am sorry I did.  It used to be that movies at the Planetarium were included and that would have given us a great pay-off for the huge admission fee/membership.   Turns out they are now $6/pp.  Seriously?  We will never go.  And as the museum is plastered with evolution-based lies I feel like I have to constantly play defense.  So I do not love it there.  Oh – and now you pay extra for this and extra for that, and…

I’ll get back to the birthday at hand.  ♥

 

Johanna saw the sand and asked, “I get my hands dirty?” in her permission-seeking voice.  She didn’t quite buy it. 

She also could NOT get herself up and around in this climby thing.  Maybe next year.

We really enjoyed these building block things. 

Stewart was very excited about the sour cream we gave him.  Sadly, we had forgotten to refrigerate it and it wasn’t edible.  But it was the thought that counted.

No. No. No.  It was just a CONTAINER.  It had something Much Classier in it.  An I.O.U.  Yes.  It was a paper that said, “I.  O.  U.  A.  I.  O.”

Which stands for “I owe you Adventures in Odyssey.”  It had a shipping delay.  We also gave him an Orange Crush t-shirt and a pair of headphones.  And a yummy homemade (as in every iota from scratch) lemon cake with lemony filling and lemony frosting.  It was superb.

He’s a great guy and I’m so glad we get along as well as we do.  I sincerely pray it never changes.  He’s a light.