My baby is 10 today.
10.
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?
5 comments:
Ten!! I hope he has a wonderful birthday!
My oldest will be 17 in April. I have come to the conclusion that I will NEVER have it figured out.
Happy Birthday, Jacob!!
If you ever figure it out let me know! Because it seems to me it gets harder all the time but that's just me.
It's scary fast, isn't it? Happy birthday Jacob! Ten is pretty cool. Welcome to the double digits!
And I thought 5 seemed so ...old for a kid. 10 seems...I don't even know. WOw! I hope that he had a very happy birthday!
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