Birthdays and Silliness

Last night B and I went to the toy store to birthday shop for K3. While we were there, this T-rex jumped off the shelf and tried to eat B's leg. First, I took a picture, then I saved B's life.





Then, gators jumped off the shelf and chased us. We were lucky to get out of the aisle alive. B screamed like a little girl and ran, but I stayed behind to take this picture with my phone.

(We were lucky - okay - I was lucky they didn't kick me out of the store.)



Today is K3's 12th birthday.

I can't believe my baby boy is 12. I was talking this morning about how certain birthdays hit me harder than others. This is one of those with impact. He's already in middle school, already talking about what kind of car he likes, what he'd like to do as a career, and growing a mustache. Okay - the mustache is a joke. He's a great kid - polite, smart, enthusiastic, sensitive, and kind. He loves to cook and has more cookbooks than I do. He plans on being a chef and having his own Food Network show. When someone picks on his sister, he's there - defending her in this quiet way that usually ends the behavior. His sense of humor is amazing and never fails to catch me off guard. He's my baby boy. And he's 12. Sniffle.

Okay, enough mommy rambling. Today is packed full of birthday preparations though we're not doing a big shindig this year. There are gifts to wrap, food to purchase and prepare, and a cake to make, in addition to cleaning up the house and figuring out which kid has 90% of the towels in their room. I'm hoping to squeeze some writing time in there as well. I plan to.

I need to get moving...

Behave!