Today, my baby boy turned 13, and despite all the warnings…. I wasn’t quite ready. He’s my baby boy for goodness sake. He is our only child, out of four, who was born in the USA. (We have two Canadians and one Colombian.) I felt the need to display the American flag picture for all to see. He was so darling…. and the sole child with an American photo shoot.
We also tried to take a NICE family photo during his birthday party… but I guess I didn’t stress the word NICE loudly enough. Believe it or not, THIS is the best one we got…… (sigh)
Yes, the birthday boy has his eyes crossed. Typical. Why am I surprised??? I don’t know. He does bring lots of laughter and joy to our home, for which I’m thankful. Keeve was our easy child. From birth, every time anyone looked at him he couldn’t help but smile. See? Darling.
I tried to liven up the party and did a little jig for Keeve…. he picked up one of the birthday cards he had just opened and held it up to me. It said, “WOW!”… then he turned it over so it said, “MOM” Hahahahaha. Then I stopped dancing. If every kid was as mild-mannered and sweet as Keeve, this world would be a better place… albeit moving at a MUCH slower pace.
Happy Birthday, to my little sunshine huggy buns. (Oops, did I type that out loud?)