So one of the things that happened last month, that I got too lazy to post about, was the fact that THE MAN of the house had a birthday. I would tell you how old he is, but really, I stopped keeping track once he hit the age of OLD. So all I can really tell you is, he's old plus two years.
Figure it out if you can.
For his birthday he said he wanted to go out to eat, at a place he has wanted to go to since we moved to this scalding hot part of the world five years ago. And the reason we never went every time he suggested it, was basically because I'd always turn up my nose, and say... "nah... sounds... weird... and sounds... gross." And then our kids would demand McDonald's, and we'd go there, everyone getting their way except Wes.
AWWW... poor poor Wes, I'm sure you're thinking. Well, not to worry... we indulged him and went there for his birthday this year. And what do you suppose the name of this place is?... Well, I'll tell you! It's the Hog's Breath Cafe. Now maybe you can understand why it sounded so unappealing to me?
Pictures... (Sorry for the quality... I forgot the camera at home and was reduced to using Wes' camera phone instead... horrifying, I tell ya).
Lena and Wes... of course. Lena likes to do the chicken dance while she eats her chicken nuggets. Understandable.
Jarom... looking very natural and very candid.
Same with Reid... you can't tell at ALL that they were forced into these photos.
Conner... I'm not too sure, but I don't think he was impressed with having pictures taken during lunch.
Wes also decided that bowling would be the very best thing to do on his birthday... and so once more we let him get his way. This is a big deal for our family because we pretty much go bowling NEVER. My fault again... I have a serious dislike of bowling. Want to hear an interesting story? I thought you might...
Way back a thousand years ago, when Wes asked me out on our very very VERY first date ever (AWWWW)... he asked me what I'd like to do, and I told him, "Anything, except bowling. I hate bowling." And I left it at that.
So the day came of our first date... Wes picked me up, and the love was in the air, and we got in the car and talked a lot of fluff and nonsense, like people tend to do on a first date, and we drove and drove until Wes pulled into the parking lot of a bowling alley and stopped the car. And I looked at him and he looked at me, and then he burst out laughing and said, "Just kidding!" And then he took me somewhere more acceptable.
And so began the story of our life.
Wasn't that a beautiful story?
Anyway, since that day a thousand years ago, bowling has never really been on the agenda. But birthdays will get you anything I suppose.
Pictures... (again with the lousy camera phone)
Lena cheating.
Conner cheating.
He didn't knock any down that time. He was pretty happy about it.
Lena and Jarom thought it was their duty to guide all the bowling balls back to their place, and they took their job very seriously. Reid also felt he had a duty to perform... and that duty was making his legs move as fast as the Roadrunner's.
Here's Wes getting distracted by some pretty girl... and considering I was the one taking this picture, I suppose we can all assume that pretty girl was not me.
Look how delighted they all are! What a gorgeous little family I have! Even with Wes having the top of his head chopped off.
The score... Conner creamed us all. Or, Coner... I suppose I should say. Mother came in last... to which no one was the least bit surprised. Especially Mother.
I thought I had made a fairly acceptable cake, but Wes apparently thought otherwise, and took it into his own hands to "fix" what I had done. Not enough icing, or some such nonsense, he claimed.
I suppose you might think that we lit that candle using a match, and that this is a picture of Wes trying to put it out with his amazing mind power... and I can understand how you might think so... but the truth of the matter is, this is a picture of Wes lighting the candle with his Superman laser vision.
Happy Birthday Superman.