Andrew's Birthday

I can't believe he is seven. Yesterday was his birthday. I had planned on picking Andrew up and taking him to Mamaw so she could give him her present. Then I realized that Duke drove the car and all of his presents (except the big one) was in the trunk. I just Mamaw that we would be coming over due to the snow. I did I tell you it took me over 1 1.2 hours to drive 15 miles. I never got over 20 miles an hour. Boy, I love this city. Duke was out of town (Champagne, IL) and with all of this snow and it coming from the west, I did not think I would see him until midnight. But fortunately he made it before 9.

After he got home, we decided to give Andrew his big present. I hadn't wrapped it, so I made him cover his eyes and Duke drought it down stairs. He then picked up a shirt I had previous bought that was too big for Andrew. When Andrew opened his eyes, he knew that wasn't his present. He started whining (playing). Duke then asked him to turn on our space heater. He started picking up stuff from the floor because he knew Dad had hidden his present. Looking all over (and never seeing the big box in front of the TV), we finally gave him a clue. He looked to left of the TV, then to the right. About then, he looked down. He was speechless. He then screamed "ROCK BAND" and started running all over the room.

Needless to say, Andrew was rather disappointed that he did not have school today. He got to play Rock Band all day. He is pretty good. I think he'd give any of you adults a run for your money. Maybe we can train him for the praise band.