Well, today my youngest baby is turning 30!!! Wow, I guess I should stop thinking of myself as a 32-year-old who’s graying prematurely, huh? So Happy Birthday, Rob! And just to prove that mothers are put on this earth for the sole purpose of embarassing their offspring, I thought I’d dig out a few pictures…
Remember how you watered and grew that little watermelon in the garden? It was your very own plant. Finally it was time to harvest the little baby, and it slipped from your hands in the garage and split open? Oh, darn, the only thing to do was to sit you down at the table and let you dig in!
And today…
here you are as an Ultimate Frisbee player, a who-knows-what for Halloween, and all cleaned up for your brother’s wedding (aren’t those three handsome boys???). I guess I’ll have to move my age up to the 40s now. Bummer.
Sue
(Blogger-In-Charge Note: I thought I better check and see what this “Duff” stuff was about, since it’s now on my blog. It’s a fictional brand of beer from The Simpsons. I doubt very many of my readers watch The Simpsons, so, for better or worse, now you know too.)
That watermelon seems vaguely familiar. Duffman is the spokesperson for Duff beer in the Simpsons. He is a superhero with a beer utility belt, cape, and underwear on the outside of his pants.
And I should have mentioned that you made your costume yourself. Good job!