My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Tuesday, June 05, 2012

THIRTEEN-AGER!

We spent Corey's birthday doing the usual "whatever-he-wants-to-do" thing which THIS YEAR meant breakfast at the diner and (a blast from the broke-arm past) the day at The Skate Park Of Tampa! There he bought a new board, shoes and shirt and skated with Casey and Brandon. We then headed home to join up with more friends and family for pizza, cake and presents. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR ALL THE GIFTS! Finally we hit the Beach Club for a swim and a late night McDonald's thrown in for good measure!

Happy 13th Birthday to Corey Joe! And as you go around the dark side of the adolescence moon we wish you happiness and lots of luck! Enjoy the PICTURES!
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