It's Official -- Bug Turned 12

Despite the many books we piled on Bug's head, he awoke yesterday morning and informed me that while he did not feel older, he felt a bit taller. He's certainly bigger than he was that first Christmas, propped up under the tree.IMG00234

Traditionally, I make the kids a cake of their choosing (design and flavor). However, as they've gotten older their tastes have migrated more toward non-traditional birthday cakes. This year, Bug decided he wanted a cheesecake...and because he was feeling "generous this holiday season" (his words, I swear), it should be a store bought cheesecake. My grandmother, I'm quite certain, did at least one flip in her grave. Me? I high-fived the kid.

For his birthday dinner, Bug chose pizza delivery. Again, I gave the kid major kudos. You can't teach this kind of stuff. It has to come from within.

Now, for the birthday haul. He did well. Bug got a cool fistfull of dollars from the grandparents, which we'll be taking to the local toy store later today in hopes of adding to his Webkinz collection. God knows, you can't have enough stuffed animals from China, but at least we're buying them at a locally owned toy store. Right?

From his sister, he got a Marshmallow Shooter and a bag of miniature marshmallows. Because, if you're going to have a rapid-fire gun, it should shoot something sweet and edible. At least, that's what the dogs determined.

From Obo and Bahtah (my parents) he also scored a Fly Stick. Way cool use of static electricity that provided much entertainment getting stuck to the ceiling, us, the pets, and the Xmas tree.

From Hubs and me, he got a custom kiwi bird hoodie from Etsy and Spore, which he's installing as I type.

When I tucked my new 12 year-old into bed last night, we wound down watching a Discovery Education live-streaming high school program on Macro Economics. Why? Because he wanted to. Guess who fell asleep watching it? Not him. Seems I find the subject just as engaging as I did in college.