Happy Birthday to me!!!!
I spent the day with one of my favorite boys...we went to the movies then hit Blockbuster for some more...movies. Tonight, he has a date with grandma. As of 5:00, Weston plans to have dinner at Friday's then hit the game stores and possibly Wal-Mart. He's been counting down the days and planning his shopping spree all week...I can't wait to see what he comes home with.
While they're out and about, I'll have dinner with my other favorite guy. Doug and I plan on a quiet dinner at a local Chinese buffet...one of our favorites.
When Doug and I first got married and started talking about having children, I imagined a little boy dressed in wrangler jeans and cowboy boots. He'd love horses, rodeos and all things western. When Weston was little, I could dress him any way I wanted, and he often wore wranglers, a western shirt and cowboy hat. His nickname is Bubba. I even had his room painted...I mean floor to ceiling from one end to the other painted...in a mural showing him on a horse, a farm house and tree with a tire swing, a group of cowboys herding cattle through the mountains. Today, this little boy is 8 going on 9...and this is what he looks like:
Okay....he's totally cute and very smoochable...but where did this inner rocker come from. I grew up with horses, love country music and did my
share of the boot scootin' boogie. Don't I have any say about what this??
I blame it all on this guy:
Notice any resemblance....but I still have time, people, I still have time.
I spent the day with one of my favorite boys...we went to the movies then hit Blockbuster for some more...movies. Tonight, he has a date with grandma. As of 5:00, Weston plans to have dinner at Friday's then hit the game stores and possibly Wal-Mart. He's been counting down the days and planning his shopping spree all week...I can't wait to see what he comes home with.
While they're out and about, I'll have dinner with my other favorite guy. Doug and I plan on a quiet dinner at a local Chinese buffet...one of our favorites.
When Doug and I first got married and started talking about having children, I imagined a little boy dressed in wrangler jeans and cowboy boots. He'd love horses, rodeos and all things western. When Weston was little, I could dress him any way I wanted, and he often wore wranglers, a western shirt and cowboy hat. His nickname is Bubba. I even had his room painted...I mean floor to ceiling from one end to the other painted...in a mural showing him on a horse, a farm house and tree with a tire swing, a group of cowboys herding cattle through the mountains. Today, this little boy is 8 going on 9...and this is what he looks like:
Okay....he's totally cute and very smoochable...but where did this inner rocker come from. I grew up with horses, love country music and did myshare of the boot scootin' boogie. Don't I have any say about what this??
I blame it all on this guy:
Notice any resemblance....but I still have time, people, I still have time. 
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