First Day of Eleven

Well, we had quite a time yesterday!

We went to a matinee showing of Percy Jackson and WOW, what a show.

I had a hard time getting into the million dollar movie groove at first, I mean get real, $38.00 for a matinee, popcorn and soda?????

Really.

Really?

Whatever.

But I couldn't let my cheap flag fly because it was after all the kids birthday.

The movie was fantastic, we both really enjoyed it and since we don't really ever go to the cinema I forget how great the sound is, and the big screen.... Wow.

After the show we went to Target and looked around for different things to spend his birth anniversary cash on, but it turned out he already had ALL the Bionicles that are out this year.

Except one.

The one that we couldn't find in any other store so we ordered on line. The one he's still waiting for the UPS man to deliver.

The very same one that he found at Target yesterday.

The red and golden whatever guy.

It was an emotional departure from the store knowing the redgoldenwhateverguy wouldn't be delivered for a few more days, but here he was, sitting on the shelf, staring him in the face and he had to leave him behind.

We found out at that moment how hard it was to be eleven.

Anyway, we made our way out of the big red dot store with nothing more than a BIG bag of jerky and some sweedish fish that Wyatt consumed as we headed for the Golden Arches where he then made short work out of a TEN piece chicken select meal with a large fry.

He assured me that eleven year olds tend to eat more than ten year olds, and since he sounded like he knew what he was talking about, I believed him.

Then we wheeled into the grocery store where we picked up a small round white cake that his best friends Mother who works in the bakery lovingly decorated for him and a side of ice cream.

It turned out that Wyatt's ever expanding eleven year old belly was quickly reaching capacity and needed a bit of a rest before cutting into the cake that now sat on the table taunting him.

So we made some birthday soap.

He chose orange and blue for the colors and orange spice and bergamot for the scents.

Smells great, looks... Interesting.

By 8:00pm he was ready for his cake.

He thought.

He ate it.

The whole piece.

He was S. I. C. K. for the rest of the night and into the morning.

His cousin Ingrid called but we couldn't get to the phone because he was holding down the toilet and I was securing a cool rag to his forehead.

He was still a little unsteady this morning and when I asked him if he wanted a piece of cake for breakfast he acted as though I was somehow being offensive towards him.

What a way to start a new year.

In a food coma.

That's my boy.