The only theme for his birthday this year was FUN.


I think that image properly describes how happy he was to turn 8. It was a splendid party. We decided rather than have the party at one parent’s house or another this year we’d find some kind of fun place in OKC near the neighborhood of his school. 

After polling Twitter and Facebook, I rediscovered The Exchange. How could I forget The Exchange?! I’ve been to plenty of parties there over the last couple of years and they are the same people who orchestrate Cityscape. I visited one day a month or so ago and beyond the legos, gorgeous light, old brick walls and….light up dance floor? 

Hell. Yes.

I know my silly monkey and how much he’d love to cut loose and goofy on a real dance floor. He did not disappoint. 


None of them did, really. 




We did pizza and cake and Lego.





I did not authorize the black icing, but he certainly approved.


I don’t know where to fit this pic in, but it was too good not to include. This was a spontaneous meditation before commandeering the dance floor.


And this is him 7 1/2 years ago.

All charm

I need to go lie down now. ::whimper::

The ultimate compliment

My son lives and breathes Legos. My boyfriend and his teenage kids volunteered to meet us at the theater so we could see The Smurfs together (the ultimate sacrifice, imo) and here’s proof of what that sacrifice meant.

A shrine to honor the experience.

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