my boy is eleven

By on 6-12-11 in yo, ma

As usual, I’m running about two weeks behind, so without further ado:

Foster the birthday boy as seen on his big day, which was, yeah, okay, last month, but give me a break. I had to get the film developed.

Ha, not really, but I messed you up for a second there, didn’t I? Remember the days of getting film developed? My kids don’t, of course. And that’s when I start to feel really old. “Film, mother?” they ask. (We’re very high class.) “What is this film whereof you speak?”

Here’s Foster revelling in Pirates of the Caribbean Lego:

His longtime career ambition: Lego designer. He’d be great at it.

And the best gift of all, although he might not realize it at the moment – the love and devotion of his sisters:

They’re a tight little unit, these three, and my wish for all of them is that they’re able to carry that closeness into adulthood.

And that they’ll eventually be able to guilt one another into forking over more for a nice nursing home for me.

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2 Comments

  1. Wow, You and Robin have bred well – these three are perfect specimens of both of you – great looking family Lori!

  2. Aw thanks, Emma. And thank you for giving me some credit in their making – I can’t tell you how many times people have said to me, “Oh, your kids are so cute. They must be the spitting image of their father.”