weekend

saturday was the kids bday...for some reason special bday have suck big time this year...so we woke up and started fighting really bad, we had to go to a wedding at night, so we didnt have that much time to do something with him; he was so damn upset that he didnt want to do anything. I felt really bad, anyway, at the end my family gave him his presents and we head to the wedding, late by the way, but somehow we manage to get there right on time to see the whole thing, then we moved to the dinner, the kid behaved really good, or maybe was the kid sharing our table who made my kid look like an angel. we came back around 12:30 my mom stayed home and the next day we decided to go to the beach.
we went to have lunch there and to get the kids playing for a while, we invited my cousin with her family as my kid loves her son so much, they had a good time, sad note, they gave him some small cars and a transformer which he lost in the sea, so in case you find them please send them back to me, I felt so damn embarrassed with my cousin, we looked for the damn toys but there was no way to get them back.

[p.s: I know you two most be having a blast down the sea thinking how smart you were on running away from my toy-killer son but let me tell you , you could have waited till my cousin and her cheap husband were not around you trans-fucking-formers]