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Rite of Passages

Brainy Boy, along with several buddies, engaged in a big-boy activity for a birthday party on Saturday afternoon. The game of the day was paintball at an indoor facility - and you have never seen anybody so excited. I could barely keep Muh Main Man from crashing the party. It turned out that they had as many dads as they did boys celebrating the birth of one very happy kid. Supposedly dads were there for supervision, but based on the battle scars Brainy Boy revealed, it seems the big boys were as intent on winning the game as were the little boys. He proudly showed off all 11 of the welts that were the result of the vicious battle. He is begging to go back again and has plans for two more times already. It took a mere 12 hours after the game for us to claim one very cool paintball gun for our own, compliments of EBay.

We ended the day on a less aggressive note with our last annual mother/son bowling event hosted by our school. Since Brainy Boy is heading to middle school next year, we won't get to attend again. We each had a respectable number of gutter balls and I even won a door prize. I suppose that qualifies it as a successful date. Muh Main Main and Little Chic held down the fort while we were gone and did some tiling in the basement...which is still under regular construction. And making significant progress, I might add.

Sorry for the meager updates of late. I suppose that's par for the course when life is progressing helter skelter on fast forward!

Comments

Laura said…
Happy Birthday....sounds like a blast of a party. Time sure flies.
2/13/2008 9:07 PM
Unknown said…
Oh my word! OUCH!!! Glad he had fun and you two look great at the bowling event.
2/13/2008 9:20 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Yowza! That looks painful, but apparently the bruises are what indicates how much fun one actually had. Surprised that husband of yours/cousin of mine didn't insist on having one of those parties for HIS birthday. "-)
2/13/2008 10:43 PM
Rochelle said…
Glad to see you back in the blog world! What a great pic of you & Brainy Boy!! Hopefully his future escapades won't render him so bruised....YOUCH!
2/14/2008 7:59 AM
Anonymous said…
You know...I like to do a lot of different things but the idea of getting pelted with a paintball and having welts all over my body does not sound fun at all! :) Glad BB enjoyed it!
2/14/2008 11:04 AM
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