Two Words: YOLO

98 turned 15 today. With a trip to P.F. Chang's and a red velvet Assassin's Creed III cake (what other flavor Assassin's Creed cake were you expecting?) quite literally under our belts and on or breath, birthday kisses have been duly exchanged. Now we just wait for 9:17 pm when, if I'm not asleep (a 50/50 chance at the moment) he'll get a birthmoment kiss. I was so confused when the nurse told me 98 was born at 9:17 pm. I thought it was his weight, and my brain knew something was wrong with that, but just couldn't figure out what it was ... other than the whole NINE pounds? SEVENTEEN ounces? Who even new there was such a thing? (For the record, 98 was a much more thoughtful 7 pounds, 13 ounces. And bullet-shaped. Labor was about 14 minutes and one push.)




Of course I posted a baby pic or two on Facebook this morning (Don't. Tell. 98.) and found some souvenirs in the closet, to boot.

Washing machine's shrinking stuff again, Mom

Swag

Not That You Needed Any Proof

Not that you needed any proof I was thinking about you, but ...

Remember that time we went apple picking?

Remember that time you put the hinges on all the little panels under all the sinks in the house so we could use them to store small stuff? 96 was such a cute good helper. (FYI, I still store the vegetable peeler inside the kitchen sink panel. Tell that to the boys, though, who seem to think it belongs in the gadget drawer.)

And remember that time we were in San Francisco and went to Ghirardelli Square
for ice cream, and saw the Edy's ice cream truck in back of the factory?

And remember that time we were still in San Francisco?

Or remember that time we were in San Diego, on the other end of that same trip?
San Diego's on my short list of cities I might want to retire to. 98 has informed me that if I retire to
Hawaii I shouldn't expect to see him much because he doesn't like to fly over water.
I don't know if he thinks this counts as a  "pro" or  a"con," though.

I never saw you in shorts before the day we moved to Kwajalein;
I never saw you in shorts again after the day we moved back.

Seriously, remember that first winter we were back? We got back in mid-November, 2002.
We saw an icicle hanging from the highway that first day; we watched that icicle grow
in that same spot until the following April.

As if I'd forget. 
 January 17, 1953 - February 7, 2010