What a week. 

First, Alexander got glasses.

Then last Friday, I was one of a very few select adults honored to sit in the back of the room at Foster's sixteenth birthday party at the Doubletree. I put on a dress. And those shoes with stilts. I'm not even a trained circus performer.

And today, we went to the family and family friends party for Fos at Agua Caliente Park, which turned out to be one of the most beautiful parks in Tucson. Very lush. It has a hot spring (hence the name) that feeds a couple (more?) ponds with seriously big fish in them. The palm trees are numerous and huge.

Here's the birthday girl, just hanging out, being sixteen, while Ann ponders her granddaughter's sixteenness. Then there's Troy. So anyway . . .

Lots of people brought dogs, but Neosha was a true sweetie, patiently letting Alexander pet her, perhaps also pondering Foster's whole aura of XVI (fun fact: dogs think in roman numerals).

 

Alexander loved all the ducks. They were everywhere. I'm still shaking them out of my shoes. Worse than sand from the beach. Geesh.


But more than ducks, the boy loves water.

I mean, he really loves water. We pretty much spent the entire time running after him to pull him away from the water. He managed to jump in a few times. So next time, we'll come dressed for him (and us) to go into the water a little farther. I really wanted to just let him go, but I wasn't dressed to go in with him, and we weren't sure about the water depth.


The true mark of a good time: pure exhaustion.