Zach spent his birthday on foreign soil.  In Toronto, his “art-aunt” served him birthday waffles for breakfast:

Later, King Zach and his sister made white masks, put on black clothes, and danced to Christian techno music under a black light.  My kids love foreign soil!

Quick…what’s the worst thing in the world?  Ha.  You’re wrong!  It’s bricklaying in the rain:

Zach’s room had a door leading out to the roof of the sun-room.  As you can see, there are no railings on the roof.  While I’m a firm believer in raising “free range kids”, I know where to draw the line, especially since the boy has been known to sleepwalk.  In its place I installed a window.  And since the room was all jacked up with debris, I went ahead and built him the mother of all loft beds:

You want one, don’t you?  Send me a check for $10,000, and I’ll start work tomorrow.  Oh and I’ll need a daily gourmet lunch during the install.

Here’s a hot tip.  When the leaves fall like this:

Don’t waste time raking them.  They’re pretty!  Do what I did…let nature take care of it’s own business:

See?  They’re gone.  And in the spring when it all turns to muck, the kids can have fun playing in a giant mud-pit.