Party Time

Today we celebrated Connor's 3rd birthday (actually on the 10th, but this weekend worked best). As you can see, he was pretty happy about the whole thing and I think everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly. It was good to see the kids getting together, and to see Connor and Ryan playing with their cousins and friends.

The food was great, and we had the Fannons, and Maxwells join us for the evening. As for presents, we enjoyed a large pile of wrapped PJ's, toys and candy galore. The night that followed, was great, and after forcing Ryan and Kayla to actually fall asleep, we watched the green mile. The house is still a disaster area, and I'm sure that we'll be cleaning up for days. At the end of the night, I was happy to have a little time to blog and take a few pictures of the evening sky.

Maturity

Today I read my brother's blog about his own self journey. I was inspired to think about my own journey a bit and the areas that I know I need to work on. Maturity is an area where I know I could definitely improve. For example, about a month ago, a neighbor came to me and asked where Lise got "those", pointing to the kissing balls we had hung the day before. "They are the nicest on the street. " I agreed, but in my head, I was struggling with my own internal 16 year-old who wanted to say, "You're right, I do have the best balls on the street." I can't deny that I like Howard Stern, Bevis and Butthead and probably worst of all, I enjoy a raunchy joke anytime. My Dad would say that I am well aligned with the lowest cast in society and as a 36 year old who laughs with his two boys at farts and "poo poo" jokes, I can't disagree too whole heartedly. I blame my minister mother for this, somehow. I mean, I was brought up by a woman who can always find a joke ready at a funeral or break the tension in a fight with a wise crack. (to the church: please don't defrock her... she a nice lady all the other times) OK.. I own it... I'm immature. My only defense is that it's my own defense mechanism for all the insanity I see every day.

As for maturing, I know that this is the heart of my dilemma. Do I embrace it? I think I'd miss it. Anyway, there are a lot of people that have and are all serious all the time... don't we need a 60 year old that tells grandchildren off color jokes and hides fake cockroaches in his wife's sleeping bag. Sounds a lot more fun than being a CEO of a major corporation to me.... Unless I could dress like Spiderman at work... then I'd rethink my position.