Kyle turned 30 on Thursday the 22nd. I've been moaning about 35 forever and he says oh it's no big deal, but a couple nights before his birthday it finally hit him. 30 is old, officially adult, the "carefree" 20s are gone. Actually carefree was probably gone way back, but now the expectation is gone too, replaced by the expectation of fat and bald. So to celebrate the joyous event he got the day off and we went to Indiana Jones at the theater. Yesterday we headed to El Sombrero for the traditional birthday dinner with the Gutierrez clan. 
Reese was quite in awe of the birthday sombrero.
Reese was quite in awe of the birthday sombrero.
He couldn't quite get over it. Now that I think about it I don't think Dad shared his fried ice cream with the boy.
But Reese did try on the hat...he was not particularly hot for the idea at first.
Poppop distracted him long enough for him to get used to it.
He was a bit of a turd at the restaurant. In fact the other day we tried to go to Red Lobster, but we had to pay for our 2 sodas ($5.15!!!) and leave before we even ordered because Reese just screamed like a fool. AND I am not willing to be that family that everyone else in the place says "geez they need to take that beast home" about. So the days of easy restaurant dining may be passed for a bit.
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