I have two boys. The oldest is 16 years old. I'll refer to him as "The Teenager". He's a really good kid and super cute. I can call him super cute because I'm his mom. I love, love, love this kid! I had him when I was 30 years old and was over the moon for him. I even had his name tattooed on my ankle. Its a crude, self-designed flower vine with his name intertwined in it. It also totally embarrasses him even though you can't see his name easily. I usually have to point it out to people.
He'll be leaving the nest before I know it. I can't believe my baby is 16. This is a picture of him (with my niece) and his beloved mustang. That car used to be mine. I gave it to him when he got his driver's license. Yeah, I know, I'm a super cool mom. But really, the car is 10+ years old, my "mustang" days are behind me and now I can bribe him to run errands for me. So, win for me. And he thinks it's cool that I gave it to him. Win, win.
My other son is my sweet baby. Nine year old baby. He's not a baby anymore so I'll call him my "Sweet Little Man". I could write a book about this kid. I love him so much and I can't imagine my life without him. I had him when I was 37 years old. He was born with a genetic disorder and has multiple health problems. He's amazing. So much has happened to him in his short life but he always pulls through it. Amazing.
He is also super cute and he rules this roost! My attempts at decorating my house are usually adapted around him. He comes first.
My family is awesome. They mean everything to me. And I'm not just talking about my kids. I also have a great husband, mom, sister, brother, niece, sis-in-laws, brother-in-laws........ The list is loooonnnggg. I'll write about and embarrass them another day.
(If you are a member of my family and have found this. Ooops, I forgot to mention that I was starting a blog. Hehehe. I'm doing this because I enjoy it. Its for me. Call it therapy. I need it. I promise not to embarrass you too much.)
Awwww, so nice. They sound like sweet kids.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, I didn't tell anyone I was starting a blog either. I ended up saying something to my brother-in-law in passing and he told my sister, who told my mom, and the rest is history. After that I started putting my new posts on my FB page. Now it's weird, I'll run into someone who's just an acquaintance and they'll mention it. You'll find once people start to find out you have one, more than you'd ever realize read it, even if they never comment or say anything.
I ran into a couple that was in my birthing class six years ago. They happen to live by my sister. They both mentioned the blog. lol