It was an absolutely crazy last couple of days, but the middle-to-end-of-June is always like that for us. James' birthday and Father's Day are always just a day or so apart, and let me just say...
...for all that I gush about how wonderful he is (and nauseate the world in the process), the man makes me truly insane in one area: he is IMPOSSIBLE to buy a gift for. IMPOSSIBLE.
I think we're just getting old. Old and tired. There's really not anything that we want. And to make it worse, right now we're temporarily in Washington DC. If we buy anything, we have to haul it back to Texas, and then pack it out or keep it with us and haul it back to Washington DC, all within the next 45 or so days.
Who on EARTH wants to add to their load of already enormous sums of crap?? We have crap galore waiting for us back in Texas. I'd almost rather die than pack it all out. We need NO. MORE. CRAP. But that makes birthdays and holidays difficult, for every wife wants to give her husband something fun on his birthday. Hmmmm...
This year, on his birthday, James officially joined the Cyberbones Shoe Club. And he didn't JUST join the Cyberbones Shoe Club, he joined the Cyberbones Shoe Club, The Birthday Version. Oh yes, my friends. After trying them on a week or so ago, he knew he had to have a pair. Feast your eyes on these babies:
James got the same ones, I think, that we are rumored to have heard that other super-cool dudes may have been recently sporting (The Perlman Update), so between Dave and Matt, James is in good super-cool-dude company.
Anyone else out there feel like joining the Cyberbones Shoe Club? I've heard that hannah may succumb to the peer pressure, too, someday...
James' "birthday cake" was a bit unorthdox... I mean, we're here where there's a Cheesecake Factory, and the best cheesecake IN THE WORLD is the Dulce de Leche Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory, and so... behold! The birthday (piece of takeout cheese)cake!
(Seriously, if you haven't had the Dulce de Leche Cheesecake at The Cheesecake Factory, you SIMPLY MUST. It really is the most amazing stuff on earth.)
There were also: Birthday balloons!
Any mom with boys knows exactly how these balloons met their maker.
The helium was...used... to... alter male voices... such that the male voices would sound like... cartoon characters. The alpha male of the family may have also participated. Much hilarity ensued.
It was a Happy Birthday...
...Other than the fact that James had to spend every single business hour of his birthday at FSI in a class. In fact, when Zachary learned that his Dad had to spend his birthday "at work," he left Dad a note so he would see it early in the morning when he woke up on his birthday:
It says: Happy birthday Dad - sorry you have to work :(
(And then the squirrel offered him a cookie. The squirrel's bad grammar was INTENTIONAL, sort of like LolCat Speak. We won't talk about the lower case b. YES MOM, I KNOW IT'S THERE.)
Sorry, son. Sometimes Daddies have to work on their birthdays.
And then this morning (the morning after his birthday), James and I were up at 5 am to get him to the bus that hauled him away from us for the rest of the week. Because sometimes Daddies have to go on business trips... unfortunately.