Last month my youngest turned 12 and I couldn't be any prouder of him. When you have another child with severe developmental delays and MR due to autism such as my oldest, you take nothing for granted.
I thought it would be fun to take my youngest for his birthday to a local Moroccan restaurant called Casablanca's for dinner. They have both male and female belly dancers, you get to eat everything with your fingers, there is lots of loud music, couches and pillows instead of tables and chairs, incredible food; what's not to like? The only camera on me is my blackberry (a.k.a. the crackberry and yeah, I get it now!) I manage to get a decent photo of my baby with a lovely belly dancer. Took him a bit of time to warm up to the idea of the place...she didn't hurt any.
Right, so it is his turn to try and capture a picture of Mom with pendant for purposes of this blog. After several attempts this was the best I got. Now for starters, I don't drink alcohol. I have not for about seven years for health reasons...and no, not because of having a drinking problem health reason unless you want to count the fact that I often miss my mouth entirely. So I am not drunk, I am not diabetic, so no sugar high or low there that I am aware of. No recreation drugs, as if anyone can afford them anyway. So, I guess I just look this goofy and disheveled naturally and I am just going to roll with it.

It has been a relatively pleasant weekend and I also was proud as punch to see him at the local skate park trying out some new stuff and meeting and making some new friends.

Happy Spring everyone....unless yer down under, Happy Fall!