Welp, I have a 14-year-old. Not sure how that happened, yet here we are. For his birthday, Jeremy wanted to gather a few friends to go go-carting. His actual birthday was on Friday, but we celebrated on Saturday. The day started with a big breakfast followed by his first soccer game of the season.
First, a little pre-game practice with Foster:
Ethan spent the weekend with us, and since he was born five hours after Jeremy, it was a double-birthday celebration. He really wanted to play soccer too. That kid came out of the womb an athlete.
The game went on and they tied 3-3. This photo characterizes Jeremy so well. The tongue is his expression of concentration and effort:
Once we got Noah, the group was complete, so we headed to the Nascar Speedpark to drop some cash and let the boys wear themselves out. I was the payer, the driver, and the photographer.
They played mini-golf but kept no score and followed no rules.
The game resembled hockey more than golf.
My child was at his happiest – surrounded by friends and being silly.
Noah’s side-eye is my favorite.
We left the park for pizza but returned by sundown for more racing and taking a turn on the rickety fair rides in the back.
Contemplating the Starship 3000…
Yep, they all went in…
As the night wound down, their level of fatigue increased. The park closed at 10 p.m., and we had been there since 4 p.m. How much longer could they go?
By 9:55 we left, but I got them to take one last photo:
Yep, they still had energy. In fact, after I collected devices and went to bed at 1:30 a.m., they stayed up playing hide and seek in a dark house for another hour.
Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes to Jeremy for his birthday. So far, 14 has been great.