That's right! A teenager.
That must mean Wes is SUPER old. I mean, he has a teenager for crying out loud.
We had fully intended to celebrate this momentous occasion by taking a family vacation up to the Gold Coast to visit every theme park ever invented, but then somebody decided to go and break his leg (WES), so we had to cancel the trip.
I mean, postpone.
But if I say cancel, it will make Wes feel more guilty.
So we really didn't do much, other than letting the birthday kid open presents, eat cake, and boss us all around.
Now! What you are really here for...
Pictures!!!
If you have a teenager, you probably know that their emotions are all over the place...
Like one second they are all crazed and happy...
And the next, they are bored and couldn't care less.
And suddenly they are normal again.
Then hysterically happy.
Sometimes the best part of a picture is what is going on in "the background."
Like my daughter who apparently didn't feel like getting out of her p.j.'s that day.
Or Jarom who got all posey and charming on me.
You may want to consider getting a haircut first Jarom.
(What?! I can say it, I'm his mother)
Back to the teenager! Opening presents...
Talking in slow motion...
Looking drunk.
A classic Reid look, by the way. If you check back
to every birthday I've shared, he has always got a "drunk" picture.
Spaced out.
Happy AND spaced out.
The goods.
"I just want a normal birthday cake this year mom... nothing fancy."
And so ends the days of shaping his cakes into tigers, trains and dinosaurs.
(Which doesn't make me sad or nostalgic at all... sniff... sob)
I can't quite put my finger on WHY, but I don't really feel like sharing
his cake with him this year...
Something tells me he is feeling pretty proud of his candle blowing
skills. (And of his moustache)
Happy Birthday Reid!!!