Since my Dad’s birthday was the day before we decided to throw him a small BBQ. A lot of good food was made and eaten. We also had a birthday cake for my Dad and I’m pretty sure Julian thought it was his birthday because he HAD to blow out the candles.
After the BBQ died down, we enlisted my Uncle Albert to watch Julian so that my Dad, Nat (Natalie is my Dad’s girlfriend), Robert and myself could go to Charley’s, the neighbor bar, where hippies have to use the back door.
Julian eating "bawberries".
3 Generations of Garza boys
By the way, a big thank you to Uncle Albert for watching Julian while the adults went out for spirits. When Julian woke up and started crying because mommy wasn't there, it was really quick thinking telling him if he stopped crying he could have as much cake and strawberries he wanted at 1:30 am. :P