Who is Dr. Who?  Honestly, I had heard of Dr. Who, but had no idea of who or what he was.  So I looked it up (I love to Google).  This is what I learned.

Doctor Who is a British science-fiction television programme produced by the BBC. The programme depicts the adventures of a Time Lord—a time-travelling humanoid alien known as the Doctor. Wikipedia

I am sure most of you know this, but I for one didn’t – and I thought if you didn’t know about Dr. Who, you might need to know.

Hot Rod and his father – Number One Son – do know about Dr. Who, and thus they planned the party.  Hot Rod knew the exact episodes of certain events like when Dr. Who was eating fish sticks with custard.  I offered to serve this treat at the party, but they said NO!  I bet it is not half bad – a little salty with some sweet.

On the cover of the invitation was the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space)  which is a time traveling space-ship that looks like a blue British police box.  Inside there was all the information about who, what, when, and where.

Outside the party room was a stand-up TARDIS (Oriental Trading Company).  This was great for photo ops.  Be still my heart!  Jon Luke and his father were serious Dr. Who fans, and they wore their Dr. Who tee-shirts.  I loved it!

Inside the party room, the table was set with fun accessories that made each guest an instant Dr. Who.

A fez, a bow tie, and a pocket watch are worn by Dr. Who.  These were also the party favors.

Laser Tag was the game of the day.  I thought it better not to play – can’t see this body crawling on the floor or for that matter getting up off the floor.

Pizza was furnished by the WhirlyBall & LaserWhirld game center.  Hot Rod wanted a Chocolate Sheet Cake as his birthday cake.  This isn’t the best looking birthday cake, but is is a good tasting cake, and that is what he wanted.  I thought I might dress the cake up a bit with the Disco Dust I found at the cake decorating store.  I think Ever-Lovin’ and I got a little heavy handed with the Disco Dust.  The cake did sparkle.

Then it was time for games.

For the second year in a row, Number Two Son and Ever-Lovin’ have had “bonding time” at the arcade.  You can tell – this is serious business.

What fun to celebrate with friends.  (Boo-hoo.  Zachary went home before we got this picture.)

Twelve years old.  It can not be.  Makes me bawl-eyed.  As Daddy would say, “Put a brick on his head.”

I can remember the night we sat up and waited and waited for his birth.  Then, when he arrived, he was so little.  We had to go out and buy preemie clothes for him, and they were still too large.    Now, he is a “tween”.  It can not be.

Happy Birthday, Hot Rod.  Love you to the moon and back!

Blessings to you and yours,