What do they call those things? Loaf cakes? No tilt possible there!
Hey, at least he’s home for his 18th. When I turned 18 I was 5,500 miles away from my family and a freshman in college.
If you could really get a sloping cake, you could write on it “It’s all downhill from here!”
My favorite would be “You’re 18. Cover the mortgage payments for me.”
My twin sons turned 21 last month. Hard to believe since I don’t consider them ready for adulthood just yet.
I took the lad out to dinner tonight. He wanted to go to Chili’s and I told the hostess it was his birthday so they crowded around to do the birthday chant/song/cheer. He blushed a little, but it’s hard to imagine that he didn’t like having a bunch of pretty girls giving him their undivided attention. Yeah, he liked it. 
Tomorrow will be a busy one. While he sleeps in, I’ll be out gathering a few supplies and proceed to build a cake. We’ll do present opening and cake admiring/eating in the early afternoon. (How it turns out will determine whether I go for silly or sentimental. I’m still gonna try for a reasonably level layer cake...) He can have the afternoon to play with his birthday present. Then his girlfriend is taking him out to dinner. Afterwards she’ll take him over to his friend’s house where the guys will proceed with the stogie initiation out on the deck. I believe the ladies are invited to participate if they so desire. That would be worth a picture or a dozen. I think he’s going to have a really fun day.
Yep, Eleanor, I will cope, adapt, and probably even enjoy. I really am getting a kick out how pleased he is with his new numeric maturity. On the day after, things won’t be all that much different from yesterday or today, but it’s a new mindset for both of us. I can guarantee one thing...his room will be no cleaner because he’s 18!
I’m really glad they raised the drinking age here. It’s one less thing to worry about for at least another year. I’m not exactly sure what’s going on at college residences these days, but I kind of assume that alcohol is hardly an unknown. I can only hope for the best and trust that all the talking and talking and talking that his Dad and I have done over the years will get him through. So far, so good. Of course, I wouldn’t mind if he has also inherited my very poor tolerance for foreign substances…
Dear gawd, the time did just fly bye! I can’t believe he is 18 today! Happy Happy Birthday Lad! Love ya bunches. And I am ever so glad you are the man you turned out to be! How your mother and I ever ended up with two wonderful people like you and A are, I will forever wonder and be grateful! Have a wonderful day!
Now, tell me how we can stop time before Sept. 12th and I will be really grateful!
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That’s a question I’m still asking myself, six months and a bit after the 18th birthday. The thinking is still undergoing an adjustment, but I’m getting there in baby steps. Old habits die hard, you see. ;)
Thankfully stogie smoking wasn’t one of her rights of passage. But 18 is legal drinking age here, so clubbing was. Luckily she inherited my low physical tolerance for alcohol, though, as well as the aversion to how it makes her feel in excessive amounts. So no maternal fretting on that score. But I did mention the tattoo and piercing at the time, didn’t I?! Add those to the list of maternal attitude adjustments. The cringing stopped months ago so I’m coping well, I think.
So will you, promise!