Double Digits

The American Idol contestants sang songs from their birth years this week. Phew.

Let me just say, folks... I am old.

Old enough to be the mommy of a 10-year-old.

A very cute and charming 10-year-old.

A very smart and witty 10-year-old.

A very sassy mouthed and sarcastic 10-year-old. (Don't know where he gets that from.)

Let the festivities begin! 'Cause when you are an "only," birthdays last all week.

The first party was in Pensacola at Nana and Pops' house. All Dan's family was there, and "Harry Potter" was the cake of choice... with the strangest colors of icing I've ever seen.



The boy picked "Red Robin" for his birthday lunch... and we were a little bored waiting on our food...


While we were with our Birmingham friends, "Aunt Shan" made a cake too!


On our way home, we stopped at Baba and Papa's for more presents and more cards. (And to pick up my 2 lazy-butt cats who had been at their grandma's all week.)



And... finally... the party with the friends. With a basketball theme. The "good-time-cut-loose-act-like-a-kid-'cause-you-are-one" party. The party that leaves me convinced I birthed JUST the right number of children.



Happy Birthday, my boy. You are... by far... my favorite cute and charming, smart and witty, (and even) sassy and sarcastic 10 year-old! Daddy and I love you more than you will ever know!