Today, my sweet Bubba-la turned 13.

We celebrated as a family with dinner at Costa Vida, followed by presents and cake (which he didn't even eat because he was too full of Costa Vida nachos).  

It was all pretty low-key, but Adam thought it was awesome.  He kept spontaneously hugging me or Brad and thanking us for making his birthday so great.  All his hugging reminded me of when he was a baby--Adam was my only snuggler, and he would burrow his little face into anybody who'd pick him up.  I mentioned that to him, and he got all teary-eyed and hugged me again.  I'm so glad some character traits survive the Entrance Into Teenagerhood.

So, it was Fast Sunday today, and I knew my family would be hungry when dinner time came around. Thinking ahead, I made a TON of Chicken Roll-ups, believing they would all get gobbled up by my ravenous crew.  (Chicken Roll-ups at our house are crescent rolls wrapped around a chicken/mushroom/cream cheese filling--and they are a real favorite)

I may have over-Chicken-Roll-upped.  After we ate, there were fourteen beautiful, crispy, golden-brown roll-ups left over, but I wasn't too worried about it.  They make good left-overs.

Then, after the kids had done the dishes, I found this in the fridge:

Apparently, Lukie was in charge of putting the left-over food into containers.  As you can see, he is unparalleled in space conservation.