Today the BC12 became the BC13. Yes, my youngest is now a teenager and it’s a little surreal. I mean, he’s only one day older than he was yesterday, but there’s that teen thing now. And, believe me, he’s very, very aware of it. He’s such a sweetheart, with a quick wit and a heart of gold, but he is also a hormonal and temperamental artist who cannot wait to be all grown up. Like, yesterday.
Wish us all luck? Thanks.
His dad, his older bro and I took him to see the new Transformer movie at 12:05 a.m. today, in a packed theater (after 5 other screens sold out completely). He never stays up that late, not with permission any way, so it was a real treat for him. We got home around 3 a.m. and he crashed. He’ll sleep for another 3 hours or so, when I’ll wake him up and perhaps take him out for a birthday lunch and give him his birthday presents. Afterward, I’ll go to bed (gotta work tonight, after all) and his dad will pick him up for dinner and other celebratory stuff.
It’s a weird arrangement, but it works for us.
Join me in wishing my baby a happy birthday? He deserves all the joy in the world and I want only the best for him.
I love you, sweetie!
