Jun 14 2008
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Dakota
Jun 12 2008
So my oldest turned 18 today. I thought I’d share a pic or three with ya of our celebration.This is Travis after 18 hours in a strip club–one for each year of his life Woo to the Hoo.
Travis obviously couldn’t stand the big boy heat, so Rob and I called wussy, dropped his loser ass off at home, then went bar hopping. LOLLOL
Then we decided for all the grief he’s given me over the years, he should bar hop with us and LIKE IT–so we picked him back up, drove back to the bar where our seats were still warm, and made him do belly shots off sleek, tanned stripper tummies–and THIS is what a strapping young man looks like after he’s been out wit da big boyz and girlz.
\\I’m kidding… Travis couldn’t keep the setting sun out of his eyes, so he kept looking down, and he’s going to KILL me if he ever sees this. Ain’t he cute?So my baby is 18 today. I was kinda weepy–though he’s still with me for another year for his senior year of HS, I spent way too much time reflecting today. I’ve only had Travis 17 1/2 years–we adopted him when he was six months old from Romania and I remember the day like it was yesterday. I’d been through the infertility gamut, and I was tapped. The whole Romanian thing exploded just as I’d decided maybe it was time to begin looking at other options.A friend of a friend hooked us up with some folks who knew some folks in Romania, and literally, we got on a plane, lived there for six weeks during the holidays in 1990–and came home with the above. he was seriously the best ever baby. Slept through the night, ditched the bottle at a year, potty trained like he was training for the porcelain olympics.Then he turned fifteen… and HOLY BEJESUS! I shit you not when I say Travis had some trying moments in his 18 years–there were times, and still are, when I want to KILL HIM, but all-in-all, he’s good kid. He wants to be a cop–fear him, fine residents of Dallas. Especially because he’ll have a car AND a gun. LMAO So we took him out for a fancy meal at one of our fave steakhouses to celebrate and I still had to tell him to put his napkin in his lap.Proving to me, it ain’t ovah yet, eh? LOLHappy birthday, baby boy. Luvz you like more than my Vic Secret credit card :)Hugs and kisses,Your weepy, pathetic mom :)
