Nothing says wonder and awe like fireworks. (I’m still not convinced setting fire to something that explodes says freedom though. ;))
Sister, I’m so very relieved that you’ve made your peace with the loud spectacle that is our nation’s annual birthday celebration. Bubs, you and the cousins were reminiscing about Darwin’s come-apart with FL beach fireworks three years ago. That was awful, sis… super miserable.
This year was much more enjoyable for you, although you still watched most of the display with your fingers plugging your ears.
“Sis, I’m gonna make a quiche to take to our brunch.”
“Oooh… a quiche pie? I love those! Can I help?”
rockin’ the rockin’ knife…
Your first selfie, sis, with your bestie… after related arts night at school. It makes me a little uneasy how much like drunk college students you two look. 😳
Big boy, you just got your first email address, and this proud momma got her first email reply from you. (swoon :))
I’m so proud of you, handsome, for the hard work you put into your expo project on how a monorail could improve Nashville traffic. Additionally, you dressed up and answered the questions of the judges like a pro with adult-level eye contact, poise and effective hand gesturing. Way to go, mister man!
Bubs, I was so proud of you tonight. You joyously volunteered to help your sister with her class valentines.
“You know I like crafts, Mom.”
My sweet man…