Number Two’s 9th bday- aka: Deep Sea Fishing

So.. you know I lost my phone at Legoland yesterday.   And you know what a freak I am about taking pics and updating my life hourly….    so today.. my  middle son’s 9th birthday ….. deep sea fishing…. ALL DAY….  with no way to take pictures or update the interweb on my activities…….. well, it was almost unbearable.   But i beared!   And now am going to try to remember to catalog it all!!

Today Number Two is 9 years old.   Where the time has gone, I do not know.  Last thing before bed last night he said  “Mom..don’t forget The Book tomorrow before we go fishing.”    THE book he is referring to is Dr. Seuss’ Happy Birthday to You.   Which I have read to each of my children first thing in the morning on their birthday since Number One turned 1.   It is our favorite tradition.   Even as they get older and are too cool for school…they cannot wait for the reading of The Birthday Book.     So, we woke up at 5:30 am, made coffee and read The Book.

No glass bottles allowed on the boat.  So I had to buy canned beer.  But I don’t drink beer that comes in a can generally.  So, while everyone else on the boat (all 50+ of them) were drinking Bud and Bud Lights… I was having Fosters Oil Cans….    which, if you don’t know…are about 3x the size of a regular can of beer.  Not embarrassing at all.  (also.. I would totally look up the ouces to ouces ratio for you to see how much larger this beer is than a normal beer..   but I’m just so tired.  And there are Swamp People episodes to watch….  sorry.  )

The seas were super rough heading out.  The boys got nauseous.  The poor college kid next to me was hurling over the side…   Seven and my dad cracked their first beers by 9am.    We went 20 miles out, the seas stayed rough, the kids felt better, and we fished like crazy!      After Several hours I asked Seven..

“How much do we need to tip these guys?  I think we should give the big guy $20…he’s been really sweet to the kids.”  

“Uh… that big guy is really sweet on YOU.”.  

“Oh, well then we should give him $40!”

Upon debarking… my mom, sister, neices and nephew met us at the dock…  We had a great seafood dinner, open Number One’s gifts, and had the Red Snapper he caught fried up for his supper.   All while watching a manatee 5 feet away, hundreds of birds nesting in their rookery, pelicans diving, and dolphin frolicking…   Perfect evening. 

If only I’d have had my phone to take the fricking pictures….      dammit.  

Here are the lame pics that Seven and my dad took.   {deflated face}…oh, and I had to remove the only 2 of me..not because they showed my face..but because my boobs were out of control…  Note to self:   don’t wear that dress while reeling in fish…   Yowza.