Ammon had a birthday on March 17th, St. Patrick's Day and he turned 12 years old. He didn't want a party so we just celebrated at home. He's such a good kid, very responsible, very funny and gets straight A's. He goes to school with a lot of Russian kids and does a Russian accent VERY well. He gets shy when I ask him to do it around other people but when he does it's hilarious. He got braces on the day before his birthday and within a couple of days his front teeth were already straightening out. He hasn't allowed me to take a picture of him yet, but I'll get it.
A couple weekends ago, we took the boys and drove down the gorge to Beacon Rock and climbed up a rock. I had never been before and wanted to take pictures so I carried my tripod along with my huge camera bag with extra lens up a 848 foot rock. BAD IDEA! I wasn't in a bad mood when I started, but once I got going I realized I made a huge mistake by bringing the tripod and bag. Anson and the kids took off without me because I was slower...duh...and I enjoyed my time taking in the view and taking pictures along the way. Once I got to the top it was so disappointing. It was only a small area where only a handful of people could fit and then the view of the gorge was blocked by a couple of trees. I didn't even take pictures up there. We went back down and my shoulders were aching and let me tell you - I was sore for a week and a half because of that camera bag. Not fun.
We also had a garage sale last weekend to just get rid of the small stuff and Anson's music/lighting/sound equipment. We didn't even have our dressers, tables, beds, sofas and everything else and we did very well. We had non-stop traffic and at times we had so many people it was overwhelming! Anson couldn't believe that nobody bought this mask...I think he was happy about it and will keep it, unless it find it's way into the donation pile....shhhh.
What else, what else. Oh, Anson Jr. got his learning permit and started driver's ed. I'm not going to lie, it is stressful to be in the passenger seat while a 15 year old boy is behind the wheel and just learning to drive. At least his has until January of next year to practice, practice, practice.
I'm sure there's more but I'm tired, so that's it for now.