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!
