JB turns 21…

His Mother is going to kill me for starting with this picture.  The week actually started in a much more sedate fashion… 

Just the family… Big Sister blew in from New York…

And a quiet little Italian Restaurant…

A cake with candles – 21 in fact – all the standard stuff…

Estonian sign language – no doubt…

Kaydee’s painting…

The Tallinn IceTub… does strange things to the anatomy – note the tide level on JB’s shorts.  They need to do this in order to fit into those tight lycra suits – or perhaps to counter the build-up of lactic acid…

A second opinion? How the hell would she know?  More soon…