Oh my! Andy turned 13 over the weekend. As you can see, like most teenagers, he enjoys having his mother making him put on a birthday t-shirt and having his picture taken. Yep. He loved it.
Actually, just in time for his birthday, Andy has decided to turn semi-surly and mostly quiet. Gah. I know it doesn’t last forever, but it sure feels like it while it does. Fortunately, he still has enough moments where he is nice and fun, so I think we’ll make it.
Saturday night, we had some friends over for pizza and cake. Andy has never liked being the center of attention, so the best picture I have is of his cake – a nine-layer coconut cake that Mike made. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Andy’s birthday and all of that, but that cake???????
THIS is the cake Andy requested. It sounds like a lot of work, but Mike whipped it up in no time. The raw, roasted coconut is so much better than the sweetened stuff you get at the supermarket (though I love that too). I am not a lover a cake, but, for this cake I make an exception.
Andy and his friends had fun building a fire and running around (not necessarily in that order). That’s the beauty of “cold” in Florida. “Cold” usually means you want flip flops, not just bare feet. Rough stuff, I know, but that’s our reality.
I cannot believe my “baby” is 13. Everyone here just pats me on the head and laughs anymore. I knew it was coming, but now it’s here. Waaahhhh.