So, yesterday was my birthday...

It was a good one: lobster rolls, cupcakes, and I'm 39. Last year of my thirties. When I am 50, Henry will be able to drive and Nora will be officially a teenager. When I am 60, they will both be out of college and working it.... 50 and Henry Driving.... why isn't this settling right in my stomach.

Nutter Butter Creme Patties , mosquitoes, and staying up way too late.

We went to the drive ins for the first time this summer last night. It was great. There are some standards that must be met for a successful night at the drive ins. Nutter Butter Creme Patties are one of those things. It is the only time we buy these. Also, jammas and pillows for the kids. There is something really special about taking your pillow into the car, a little piece of personal comfort, and maybe even more than that, a piece of security, to take with you where ever you are going. I remember loving that. We watched Toy Story 3. Henry proclaimed it, "Too Scary" at the end, which really meant a couple things; it was too scary, and too sad. He won't say anything is too sad. I have no idea where he gets this stoicism. I am about the least non-emotive father known to man. But he really resists things like that. Anyway, the drive ins were everything that they should have been. Henry stayed up the whole time and even on the ride home. Nora didn't last so long. She started to get really irritable about 3/4 of the way through and then completely fell asleep two seconds into the drive home. Another nice thing about the drive ins is carrying sleeping children into bed afterward.

:)