On July 21, Blase turned fifteen. I'm not sure I'll handle anymore of his birthdays. This kid isn't a kid. He's pretty much taller than his dad. He's capable of taking care of the house and his siblings. He's his dad's right hand man. Why do they grow up so fast!?
We had a wonderful pork chop dinner.
This is Blase with his requested cake.
This is him with the candles lit.
This is him blowing out his candles.
That last one was stubborn.
This is him choking on all the smoke from the candles.
These are his siblings thinking he's lost his mind.
Brigid was very helpful and talkative. We laughed at how much she thought she was having to do.
"Wait - isn't this like the knife I gave Dad for Father's Day?"
Yes, Blase, in fact it IS the knife you gave Dad. Mom accidentally put it in the wrong pile. Ha ha
Brigid was sure she needed to be in the picture.
Finally!
Happy birthday, Blase. We love you!
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