My baby is 10 today.
10 = can't call him little anymore.
I still look in my back seat and expect to see him grinning at his roly-poly self in that Elmo mirror with a pacifier stuck in his mouth.
I wanted to write about the day of his birth before it escapes me completely as I am beginning to lose details of the scariest day of my life, but that isn't how I want to spend my baby's birthday. I think there's a trip to the comic book store, the Lego store, TRU, and the best Chinese restaurant this side of town in my future.
Ten years ago I became a mom. I figured by now I'd have it all figured out. LOLOLOLOL........
Maybe in the next ten years?