Rock On

The cake, picked out by the birthday boy himself. Instead of the traditional "Happy Birthday" message, he opted to go with "You Rock."

Banany and Dad rockin' out to Guitar Hero.

Singing HB to dad

Uncle B and cousin, B, were out of town and missed the party. But they called in just in time to sing HB over speaker phone!






The local cousins watching an after dinner show




Struttin' his stuff. Go big daddy.

He's mine...all mine.













We celebrated J's birthday Saturday night with the local family. He wanted to go to the club to work out earlier in the day, which meant I needed to be home with the kids...which meant he had to pick up his own birthday cake. Big mistake. He had them write "You Rock" instead of "Happy Birthday." I'll be sure to go next year.

He elected to spend some of the hard earned money that everyone sent him for his bday on Guitar Hero (perhaps prompting the cake message). Now, I just am not one of the GH junkies. I know people are severely addicted to this "game" but I just don't get the appeal. For one, the graphics are unbelievably stupid. They're sort of creepy cartoony looking freaks. Then, the "player" stands and tries to hit the notes according to this scrolling band that tells him/her which button to push. For $100, I'll let him bang on our $15 Wiggles guitar all day long.

Anyways, he pretty much thinks he's Steven Tyler. He'll come into the family room and announce, "It's time to rock." Go for it, babe.

I guess I should be happy he didn't get a karaoke machine instead.