It came to my attention recently that 13-year-old Hezekiah had never been to Rocket Donuts.
How can this be?
He’s been to Oregon. To Alaska. To Boy Scout camp. To the Tillamook Cheese Factory.
But no Rocket Donuts? This, my friends, needed to be remedied.
As you probably know, the hardest part of going to a donut shop is choosing the one. perfect. donut.
No need to call CPS, he’s holding my cappuccino.
I forced the poor kid to drink fresh, cold water.
Apollo chose a maple bar. He ate about a third of it (yay) and walked up to the counter (all by himself) to request a bag to take the rest home.
Can you believe it?
Coffee. The elixir of life.
I had the Donut of the Month…mmm.
After eating it was time for Apollo to make new friends. For some reason, his friend wasn’t very responsive.
After donuts, it was time to head out and play with
This is one of Apollo’s buddies from school. I knew his mom and I were destined to be friends when, in one of our very first conversations, she started talking to me about her sister’s placenta and then said, “Do you want to see a picture?” as she whipped out her phone to show me.
I mean, really, I’m a birth photographer after all. Anyone who offers to show me a picture of her sister’s placenta is obviously going to be on my shortlist for BFFs.
I begged this little guy to let me snap a pic of his about-to-fall-out-tooth.
I’m pretty sure that’s the definition of cute right there.