Happy Birthday, Baby Daddy

Yesterday was Timothy's birthday. We had pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast, and then we gave him his presents. First, Alex gave him a card and the new One Republic CD. Then, after a little prompting...

...Alex also gave him this:

Yeah, we don't have an excess of money right now, and kisses are free. But Timothy was more than happy with that gift, which made Alex happy, too.

In case you were wondering, Tim turned twenty-one plus eight years old. You see, if he saw the words "He turned twenty-nine years old" in print, I'm afraid he'd have an anxiety attack that would require hours of consoling and soothing, and I just don't have time for that.

And neither does he, for that matter. With the Bar Exam less than two weeks away, he has been in lock-down mode and hasn't left the house since Thursday night. In fact, he's barely left the bedroom since Thursday night. He has a card table set up in the bedroom because Alex and I are just too darn entertaining, so if he tries to study anywhere else, he tends to get distracted.

But he made a teeny tiny exception for his birthday, and last night, we met up with a couple of his school pals that are going to be working here in Dallas for dinner. We ended up at Hook, Line, & Sinker again, and this time, we discovered that they had corn on the cob. So A ate his corn and watched Sportscenter while the rest of us celebrated Tim's b-day with Po' Boys and oysters and hush puppies.

After dinner, the birthday boy insisted on stopping for ice cream, so we took the scenic route home and ended up at the Marble Slab Creamery. It was okay - not nearly as good as Cold Stone, but then what is? Then we headed home and put A to bed because it was already verging on 8.

So it wasn't the most exciting birthday ever, but that's the way it goes sometimes. We'll just have to make up for it next year, when he turns the Big Three-Oh. OOPS! I mean the Big Twenty-One plus Nine...