May I just say that I CANNOT believe that Foster is seven?! It seriously seems like only a couple of months ago that we (very surprisingly) found out we were expecting him. I know it is very cliche to say, but I do NOT know where the time has gone! He is such a funny kid. Since moving here he has turned "ghetto" and likes to beat-box and has his own signature hand jives that go along with said beat. One of my favorite little stories about Foster's ghetto-ness was when we were playing Rock Band at our friends' house. Foster was on the drums, Maya on guitar, and Jon was on vocals. When they failed their round, Foster said: "Oh yeeeee-ah. Dat's how we roll." So funny. Not sure he even realized that they weren't good. He gets into his share of trouble but he is so freaking hilarious about it that it is often hard to dish out his discipline with a straight face. On the way home from church the other day, he was acting sad. He said that he had fought with his "best friend" and that they were no longer best friends. I told him that he needed to work on forgiving his former BFF and to move on. He said: " You mean my BFFL." I asked him what this was and he said: "Best Friend Forever.... Lies." What a girl.
Anyway, here are some of the highlights of his special day.
It is our tradition to do breakfast in bed. Here is his tasty breakfast of (as requested) donuts.
I asked Foster what he wanted to do for his birthday dinner. At first he said that he wanted to do Sonic. Jon, in all of his cheap glory, was thrilled with this option. I, however, was not. I told him to think of something even yummier (if this is even possible.) Of course, McDonald's came up next. Finally he decided on IHOP and at the last minute changed his mind to Gator Cove. Ryan, Tanya, Merrit, and McCord met us there and were very good sports about Foster's chosen location. (Tanya is NOT a seafood girl.)
Our boy loves him some crawfish! This night they made them SOOOOO spicy. All of our mouths were flaming hot. This is Foster's disgusting attempt to put out the fire. Dipping his napkin in root beer and sucking on it. Ew. All in the name of birthday memories.
After dinner, we came back to our house for presents and cake and ice cream.
I love this picture. I think his face says it all! What a fun day!
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Happy Birthday Foster!
I gotta say the crawfish make me feel ill. We went to a restaurant somewhere in the sticks of Florida several years ago where you could walk on a maze of docks just touching the water which was FILLED with gators. How safe is that?!!! They also served crawfish like that and I could not stomach it. Especially when the conversation went like this "Oh, I love sucking the head the best," Blech, blech, blech!
Those crawfish look delicious!! I don't like them extra spicy, though. The donuts are pretty rockin' as well. What a great birthday!
Just wait next thing you'll know he'll be going on a mission. It comes faster then you would ever think!
I love the ghetto stuff... SO FUNNY! And you're right... it really does go fast!
how fun! What a great birthday! He is funny! and i loved the rag sucking! looks like something my kids would do!
Your posts just crack me up!!! Foster is a funny kid! Time flys way too fast... Joseph is going to be 16 in a couple mos. and I'm so not ready for it... :( Anyways HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOSTER!!!!
Happy Birthday Foster!
Happy Birthday Foster! Unbelievable he's already 7. Fun b-day times!
Hmmm, Gator Cove? Where is that?
That is great. What an awesome birthday.
Ahh Foster. What a sweet boy. You can tell him I said that.
Lori: Are you referring to Foster's new development of disallowing anyone and everyone from saying that he is either "handsome", or "cute"? He will, however, accept "cool" or "awesome" or "whack". Whatev.
Not my favorite meal ever but we had a really fun time. Foster was hilarious! Happy Birthday Homey!
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