With so much going on, is it any wonder that I heard a (relatively) small voice coming from Derek's bedroom last night, long after it should have been quiet? "Mom, is it too late to have a birthday party?" Yep. He turned 11 two weeks ago, and no party. Not even a cake. I will never, never, never win the Mother of the Year Award. Perhaps I'll set my sights on the Grandmother of the Year Award, and get a head start. Or not. In the meantime, here is a little photo montage of our youngest.
Is it just me, or did anyone notice a bit of a theme in these photos? You're right - wheels, sports, and the great outdoors. That's our boy!
Happy Birthday, Derek. Even if there was no cake, we love you very much, and celebrate you every day!
Thanks for checking in, everyone. I'm off to bake a cake!