As Long As It Is Not A Double Barrel Shotgun Wedding....

Can you believe it has been a whole year since I wrote this? Yes, my Noah is now 14. For some reason it feels so much older than 13. 13 was a big change but Holy Smokes (or as Gabey Baby told me the other day..."Oh My Holy Cow"- I am not sure if holy as in Holy Cow should be capitalized but the way he said it leads me to believe it should be. And maybe even in a bold font) 14 is so very very different. 14 is almost driving age. 14 is almost dating age. 14 is one year closer to my being in an old folks home.

Anyway, I asked Noah what he wanted to do for his birthday. He piped up with the "I want to go to Aunt Anne's because she a redneck girl who cook good." So I called my sweet sister-in-law Anne and asked her if we could party down @ Chez Trezevant. She heartily agreed and told me to ask him what kind of cake he would like (because let's face it I don't do cakes). He said that he would like, not a chocolate cake, not a vanilla cake, not a confetti cake...he wanted a shotgun cake. Wait not just a shotgun cake...a double barrel shotgun cake. And Anne, being Anne, took the challenge and ran with it!

He really enjoyed his cake. Now since he is 14 and 14 year old boys are not the easiest things in the world to buy birthday presents for, Noah received quite a bit of cash. Here is where I need to take this blog and make a very serious confession. When my children get birthday money (or Christmas money or Easter money or Halloween money for that matter) they put it up in a safe place and try to save it. AND then they want McDonalds or Wendy's or (my favorite) Chik-Fil-A and they bug me and bug me and I have no cash so of course I just take their birthday (or Christmas or Easter or Halloween) money and take them to wherever they want to go. My name is Rachel and I take my children's money. I feel better now (not really).

So after 14 years Noah has caught onto this and he gave his money to his brother (who he had just gotten into a fist fight with) for safe keeping. Wil is better at hiding things than Noah so I guess we will not be going to Chik-Fil-A until payday.