Happy Birthday to George!!

Well, it's Sally's and George's joint birthday (though just a few hours left to qualify for Sally and probly too late for George. It's 9:07 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time here in the U.S., which means it's around 2 a.m. tomorrow in Waterbeck. Anyway, I am sitting here surrounded by pressed foam and little bits of blue tape trying to get my new scanner/printer/copier to work. Who knew that having children meant you would be staying up waaay past your bedtime until you are older than dirt? They don't tell us these things when we are young. They just expect us to figure it out.

Anyway, here is a neat photo of George in his kilt at Aunt Katie's wedding. George is the only....wot....niece or nephew except for Annie to have attended both of Katie's weddings. At #1 he was but 14 months old and a great charmer while Annie was just a few months old. At #2, he had just turned eleven. As any mother can tell you, an eleven year old is practically the most adorable age. You can talk to eleven-year-olds as if they were adults, but they're still kids. And after that, it might be nice if they could be sent to the kibbutz until they are, like 26 and fully educated--with jobs, even.) (Well, not you, George.....you can stay around a bit longer.) You're 13 now! A true teenager, and a mighty accomplished one, too. George is a certified Scuba diver, and he can order his breakfast in four languages: English (or whatever it is they talk over there in Scotland), French, Arabic, and Greek. Beat that!

Here is a photo (unscanned) of George digging in his sporran for....and I asked him this..."What do people keep in sporrans, George?" And he said, "Fish hooks." All of us in earshot laughed like loons. He is a very sweet, very funny kid, and he'll go far.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. Your auld gran loves you!!!