Saturday was birthday celebration day.

 

I was (still am) shaky from the flu, so it was lower-key for me than I would have liked.  I was hoping I'd be up to making a regular cake for Sasha, but just wasn't, so I used a mix.  That afternoon, my mother came down and took us all out to lunch.  It was nice time.  The boys were well-behaved, actually, and we had real conversations and everything.

 

Sasha is a bit uncertain about turning 15.  Unlike most teenagers, he wants to be =younger=.  I still wonder if there was a mistake on his birth certificate.

 

Back at home, Sasha opened presents.  From Grandma he got a sweatshirt and a long-sleeved shirt, both of which he liked.  From us he got a watch, which he desperately needs (and he asked for).  Then it was cake and ice cream time!  Nom nom nom.

 

So now Sasha's fifteen!