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Christopher's birthday....

Christopher likes to dress up on his birthday. When he was in first grade, he asked me if he could wear his church clothes to school. At first, I was going to tell him no. But then I thought, "What could it hurt to have him wear a tie, a buttoned-down shirt, and dress pants to school?" So I let him and he looked adorable. He has continued to do this every year on his birthday. I hope he keeps it up. The teachers always love it. It's something he started on his own and I think it's brilliant. But then again, I'm his mom.

Kelly's parents were here from Colorado to celebrate Christopher's ninth birthday with us on October 4. We went to Main Event.
Christopher loves rock climbing at Main Event.
We had dinner at Mesa Rosa and Christopher loved when the waiters sang "Happy Birthday to You" and brought him a special dessert.
Christopher liked the dinner, but was eager to leave to go to Main Event.
Lindsey and Christopher had the climbing wall to themselves and enjoyed it. They were exhausted when they were done.
Here's the "after" picture of the climbing wall.
Kelly and his mom and dad, Marlene and Dee.
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Anonymous said…
HBTY, Christopher (even though it's passed)! What a fun-filled night. You've inspired us to have a Main Event night. It looks like a fun place.
October 27, 2006 9:27 AM
Anonymous said…
HBTY Christopher. That is one of my favorite names ever! I love to see families celebrating together. We love Main Event too!
October 27, 2006 3:57 PM
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