Bryson’s real birthday was celebrated while we were at SOS. The night consisted of presents, Red Lobster (probably Dad’s choice) and milkshakes. I’m pretty sure he knew exactly what age he was turning because he was terrible the entire night!
Our lovely Maxwell AFB accommodations. Bryson slept in the closet for 6 weeks and I lived in fear of roaches. Hey, at least we were together, right?
I love the look on his face
Uncle Mike was at SOS too so he got to join in on the birthday fun.
This was before he decided to throw the phone across the table.
He’s lucky it was his birthday. Otherwise, he would NOT be getting a milkshake!
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