(old pic of my now five year old guy!)

Happy, Happy Birthday to Travis! It's hard to believe his littleness is five years old, but it is true. He is officially a big guy, no longer a baby. Trav likes being little, though, and is having trouble coming to grips with the prospect of becoming an adult. He's a little afraid. Yesterday, Molly was talking with him about all the things he has to look forward to about growing up (might as well let him think it's cool for now), and she mentioned having kids. Trav was like, "yeah...if I even have kids."

Aaaaaaah! Hahahaha-HA! I love how he is already considering these big life questions. Clearly, Trav has important world issues, like over-population and carbon footprints, on the brain.

It is Virgo madness lately. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am a Virgo magnet. I heart all my Virgos, even though we're not supposed to be all that compatible. Within the Virgo window, I must say (in order):

Happy Birthday, Shannon!

Happy Birthday, Finley!

Happy Birthday to my love, TBF!

Happy Birthday, Jen!

Happy Birthday, Lindsay!

Happy Birthday, Stephanie!

Happy Birthday, Travis!

This weekend, we'll be celebrating the T-man at a pajama, bowling birthday party. In the usual R family style, the guest list is an awkward combination of adults (old loves, new loves of exes, tattoo shop coworkers that no one knows, etc.) and even youngsters (a kid from school that Trav dislikes and is dismayed that he plans to attend), which should make this the partay of the year! I tend to be a fan of the awkward and may even embrace the opportunity to participate in some awkwardness myself (piano fingers).