I've been a very bad blogger lately. Part of the reason is that my husband (who was fairly computer illiterate when I met him) has gotten very involved in an online game that appeals to his military background. He also enjoys strategizing with his "allies," communicating from computers all over the world.
Unfortunately, we only have one computer (since our laptop just doesn't meet either of our needs), and it's getting harder and harder to for me to get computer time. I never dreamed the day would come when Ed would demand more computer time than I do!
The other part of the reason for my blogging deficiency is that I spend most of my computer time on wedding planning and preparation. Nonetheless, I am going to try to get caught up on what's going on in my world.
6 July 2011: Dylan and his new comforter, 5 days after his 14th birthday
My most glaring omission was missing Dylan's 14th birthday. Not only did I neglect to write about it, but I also failed to capture his special day on camera. Thus I will be reduced to mostly describing it in words.
His birthday was on Friday, July 1st, but we waited until Saturday to do most of our celebrating when others would be available to join us. However, he did get to open his gifts on his birthday. He had informed me a month earlier that he was too "mature" for his ratty old Batman comforter, so we gave him a new comforter set with matching sheets, with his favorite color red in it. He also received several new X-Box games for the "gently used" X-Box gaming system he'd bought himself a few weeks before.
That evening I took Dylan to his first rodeo, and that was a lot of fun, even when the lights around the arena went out and we sat in darkness in the stands for 30 minutes while they tried to figure out what the problem was! I meant to take lots of pictures at the rodeo, but my camera battery died almost as soon as we arrived. So much for my good intentions!
On Saturday night we enjoyed ice cream and cake with family and friends. A few days later his older sister Sarah took him to the theater to see Kung Fu Panda 2, which Dylan thought was awesome.
In the end, Dylan expressed that it had turned out to be a pretty good birthday. He reminded me that his "worst birthday ever" was last year's, when he turned 13 while Ed and I were on our honeymoon in Alaska. He'd felt terribly neglected.
So I'm glad that we redeemed ourselves this year.
A happy belated birthday to my baby boy! I am so proud of you, my son! Much love, with plenty of rib-cracking bear hugs and wet sloppy smooches!