FifTEEN

Jarom had the exciting privilege of turning fifteen this year. Which is a big deal birthday, in case you didn't know. After all... fifteen is the age you turn before SIXTEEN. And sixteen is a big deal because it's the year before you are SEVENTEEN, and seventeen is the last birthday before you are the big deal EIGHTEEN! And eighteen means you are an adult, and I don't have to take care of you anymore.

But I will.

So, congratulations Jarom on turning eighteen minus three.

We ate scones and stuff for breakfast. Which made Reid and Jarom silly Brits, 

Lena lose the plot, and Conner not care in the least little bit.

Then the milk joined us, and we were all sufficiently happy. Except Reid, who

was monumentally happy. Emphasis on the mental.

Fifteen year olds are hard to shop for. Add that in with the fact that Jarom is always 

hard to shop for, and I just about threw in the TOWEL.

All his fifteen year old hopes and dreams unwrapping right before his eyes.

I think he's happy...

I think he's happy...?

Once you reach a certain teenage year, you don't really care

much about putting effort into blowing out those candles. 

An exasperated sigh will suffice.

Once cake and presents were done, we took off to watch the ten thousandth Avengers movie

ever made. It was pretty all right, even with Lena whispering in my ear for two hours 

straight how bored she was.

Then the boys had to to come home and sit inches in front of the TV and play some 

beloved Zelda... princess of the something or other, I can't even remember the names

of all the stuff my kids are into. 

HAPPY DAY JAROM!!!