I turned 30-something on Monday. My 15-year-old planned a surprise party for me. He even called a few of my friends to invite them. Picture it--a 15 year old boy calling their mom's friends, not texting but talking. Pretty impressive, huh? He didn't tell me this, but I heard that thanks to caller ID, someone sang him "Happy Birthday" because she thought it was me calling. I don't know if the party was all his idea or his friend Sarah's. She bought all the decorations and party favors and helped him. Either way, it was nice for a teenager to think about his mom.
First, I went out to dinner with my hubby and Andy (for his birthday too) and my parents. It was fun, though Andy is sometimes too much for my mom to handle. It was better after I switched places with Andy so he didn't keep kicking her under the table (since his feet never hold still, even when he is sitting down). After dinner then Grandma and Grandpa took Andy to drop him off at home, and Scott took me shopping for some new bedroom curtains. I did suspect something when we drove up to our house and ALL the lights were out. When we opened the front door I got covered with silly spray. The kids had a ball.
But I have no pictures to post. Maybe next year when I turn 40 or something.