Shoop, shoop

We had seven kinds of fun on Saturday

Too many cooks in the kitchen

So I left.

He wanted to learn to cook, so we turned him loose on the Indian Tacos.



Frybread thief!

I told you he was smart

but did I mention his looks?



He picked up his tux for prom yesterday so I whisked him out to the Garden to snap some photos to put in with his graduation invites.

I did a pretty decent job if you ask me.

Go ahead. Ask me.

(The one above was tweaked in PhotoShop, but these are SOOC.)

In which we have cake. (and photos)

The new keyboard metronome has karaoke! Rock on!



Bright and early Sunday morning. There was some of this...


That went underneath this...


And there was some of this...


That went into this...


That went on like this...


Because this...


Turned 17! Now if only he would get off of F@ceB00k and enjoy the festivities.

I married his dad when he was four years old. I have had some tough times dealing with his mother (don't get me started) (seriously), but I only have to deal with her for one more year. But, you know what? I wouldn't trade these past 13 years.

Happy Birthday Shorty! I love you.