Yet another teenager. Only this one I happen to like. Love.
He's my baby. Or was, anyway. He turns 13 tomorrow. My how that time flew.
He's learned so much in all that time. For instance, now he knows to wear clothing while he's playing the piano if there's a chance his picture might end up on the internet.
But some things haven't changed. He still trusts me enough to eat anything I put in front of him. I don't know why.
And he'll still try to put anything in front of him in his mouth.
Then there are the mad new skillz he's gained over the years.
Do you think maybe he has a career in the food industry?
Or perhaps as a model?
Nah. Sumo wrestling for sure.
Cute as a bug, isn't he?
But seriously, he's cute as a bug. A bug that's sporting peach fuzz on his upper lip.
Happy Birthday, Dec!
Oh man, that first photo had me cracking up. How precious is that!
Posted by: Lynne | Monday, January 23, 2006 at 09:22 PM
I just noticed the dreaded number - 13.
Let me know how the next few weeks go. Mine turns 13 on feb 7th. I don't know what I'm expecting, but hell's gate keeps popping into my mind.
Posted by: Lynne | Monday, January 23, 2006 at 09:25 PM
I'm a tad late, but Happy Birthday to that young man.
Posted by: Jim - PRS | Wednesday, January 25, 2006 at 04:21 AM
Happy belated birthday, Dec!
Posted by: Bekah | Friday, January 27, 2006 at 11:43 PM
went by fast didn't it?
Posted by: jay lassiter | Sunday, January 29, 2006 at 07:28 AM
My oldest one is eight. "Eight" seems like this big, incomprehensible age for my little baby. I don't know how you wrap your brain around "thirteen." (I guess I'll know in about five years, huh?)
Happy birthday, buddy!
Posted by: Sharon GR | Sunday, January 29, 2006 at 12:04 PM