Friday, March 5, 2010

The Baby is Eleven.

Yesterday James turned eleven.
Here's what we did.
We skipped school (I skipped work)
We got donuts and chocolate milk. James told me "I wanted to go to Donut Heaven." (Meaning "Heavenly Donuts") so I said, "Ok. We'll get chocolate milk here, and donuts at Donut Heaven. But we still got donuts at Safeway for Chelsea and Kendall. It's not a secret.
He was a little shocked that I was making him shower on this, the anniversary of his birth, but I told him that if he didn't, they won't let us into the restaurant." He smiled because he's proud that I'm a liar...and he showered. He may or may not have washed his hair.
We went on a lunch date.. just us.. to a sushi buffet. By the time we got there, we were STARVING. We got our food. He went back to the table before me.. I was still choosing (as there was more than just sushi, thank goodness). Then he came to find me. I look up and he said "Would you like me to wait for you to eat?" I thought that was one of the cutest things in the world. Maybe because I'm his mom. But still. It was cute. I told him no, and to go eat and joined him later.
The lunch was fun. It's fun to be with the most handsome guy at the restaurant. I should know. He was the smartest too.. but I'm also used to being with smart people.. that's a whole `nother story.
After we STUFFED ourselves.. and he got me samples of food he liked... we went and started our tour of Gamestops. Yay.
Member how (most of) you hated when your mom took you to the fabric store when you were small? Gamestop is my fabric store. But I faked it.
Later we picked up Chelsea, Kendall and Megan (Chelsea's BFF) and we went to Gamestop again..and other shopping places...
Then to Grandma Linda's so we could get his YUMMY Birthday Pizza. Now I see what all the hype was. He was describing it to me for a WEEK at least.
He chose Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner, although now, I think it's supposed to be called "KFC". I don't know why it's called that. I guess it's like the acronym phase we're all stuck in.. myself included.
Anyway, we went home and we saw Tungsten (cat) had gotten three presents for him and even took the time to... unwrap them... guts everywhere. It was so gross. Some mouse guts look like gray worms, did you know? I'll have to post a picture.
We also looked at his baby book. Which is something we do on every birthday... pull out the birthday person's baby book.
Anyway all in all, it was a good day.
I think it was for him too. Or at least.. that's what he TELLS me. I wish we could do it all over again, today. Cept the guts part.

8 comments:

  1. If I am good, can I go to Donut Heaven when I die? Come to think of it, if it really is Donut Heaven, then we probably wouldn't get to EAT donuts there. I suppose Heaven is just a matter of perspective. I guess I would rather go to Donut Hell, because I could eat donuts all day, and they would just grow their parts back to be re-eaten.

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  2. I definitely would not like to go to man-eating shark heaven.

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  3. Yeah man eating shark heaven would be horrible. I mean, I GUESS.

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  4. Unless you happen to be a man-eating shark. Maybe Heaven and Hell are the same place, and it is just a matter of what position you will be in when you get there. Will you be the one who lives happily forever with the one that you love, or will you be the one who watches your crush live happily forever with someone else? I don't know. I just bet you can't eat donuts in donut heaven.

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  5. Maybe in Donut Heaven, you just MAKE donuts all day. And never eat them. But to make yourself feel better, you spit in the donut dough. Since only church goers get to go to Heaven, I think I WILL spit in the donut dough.

    As for the crush.. it would be ok for them to be happy elsewhere.. so long as they get really fat... from spit donuts.

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  6. I know why they call it KFC now. You know how Froot Loops have to spell it that way 'cuz they don't REALLY have apples and oranges and bananas in 'em? Same thing. The found out that KFC wasn't serving real chicken, and it CERTAINLY wasn't all being fried in Kentucky.

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  7. I heart it was rats.. but it was for sure in Kentucky.. Kentucky or one of the K sates like Kansas... which is all the same thing, really.

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  8. I didn't think you hearted rats. And sates (while I know the definition) is a word I would expect to find on the comment verifier.

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