Last year when my son turned 11, he wanted a kid party. Since he hadn’t had one for a while, I told him to invite whoever he wanted…and he did.
Now usually only about 75% of guests attend, so when he invited 12 boys, I figured we’d have 9 max…and hoped for even less.
To my chagrin, 13 boys showed up (one extra asked to come the day of the party). Continue reading
Here’s my son (several years ago when he was still cute and cuddly like a puppy…not big and smelling of B.O. and Axe at the same time. How is that possible?)
He wasn’t too excited to have this picture taken. I don’t know if it was the costume I made him wear, or the fact that I was keeping him from important things like his army men who were lined up in battle formations all over the kitchen floor…but he was surly!
“Are we done yet? Can I go? Can I take this goofy rag off and give it to Ginger to eat?”
Mean Mom: “No! Now smile and look happy!” Continue reading