Happy rockin’ birthday
Today my little sugar baby turns 12 years old — despite being told over and over again to slow down on the growing up already.
Remarkably, she slept in this morning. Once she was up, she was showered and ready to go to lunch with her big brother. Sean said he'd take Mar where ever she wanted to go. She picked Grand International Buffet. What can I say, the allure of all-you-can-eat is too much to combat her desire for delicious food, I guess.
Before they left for lunch, we let Mar open her presents. New clothes, a bracelet (to replace the one eaten by the Colorado River last week), a nice painting kit from Gramma and Rock Band.
I'm not sure who was more excited about Rock Band, Mar and me. We used to have fun horsing aroung with Sean's Guitar Hero game. Now we're got all kinds of fake instruments to make fake music.
And — omg, you guys — it's so much fun. We played all afternoon, taking a break for a fancy dinner at Bin 707 (also Margaret's choice — not sure how one goes from Grand International Buffet to Bin 707, but that's what makes Mar awesome). After dinner and fancy desserts, Bill and I had to lie down. Two and a half hours later, Mar is still down there playing Rock Band. Right now she's singing and playing keyboard on the B-52's Rock Lobster.
Even though I'm not a huge fan of wasting hours playing video games, I'll admit to having a soft spot for these fake music games, especially Rock Band. Singing and playing fake instruments ... count me in. Plus Mar is down there singing her little heart out. Hearing Mar sing ... count me in twice.
I have to admit that this was a much more fun (and less bloody) way to spend the day than I had 12 years ago when my precious was born.
Happy birthday to my rockin' 12 year old.