My best little friend, also known as my son…my bunny…my baby…turns 12 today. How could this be? Wasn’t my baby just a baby?!
I remember saving that Elmo airbrushed shirt for him to wear on his first birthday. Along with that first birthday king crown (October 6, 2004).
So, it became clear to me that I was in denial about my son’s age the other day while in Target. I got up to the register with a HAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY! birthday card only to realize he is turning 12 years old today, not 11. He’s already been 11 for a year.
He’s going to be taller than me next year at his Bar Mitzvah, isn’t he. He recently grew to be just about my height which is not helping me in the authority department if you want to know the truth.
Not that I ever had much authority anyway. You see, my little bunny (that’s been his nickname since birth) never really understood his role.
At the age of three, he would ask the preschool director to please call his mother as he didn’t have time to be at school. He had errands to run (yes, he really told the director this) and needed to be having lunch at Nordstrom (I know, I raised a foodie).
Disney World 2011 where we discovered the best ever chocolate covered caramel apples in the world.
He had the keys in the front door at 15 months old, knew how to get us to take him out of his crib at 18 months old by claiming he needed to use the bathroom (and then laughed in my face when we got to the bathroom because he didn’t actually have to go) and when he was two years old, he showed our house to prospective buyers when they came with our broker by walking them through each room, pointing out the key features.
That outfit!!!! I was so in love/obsessed with the blue tye-dye pattern of that cute little sweat suit of his that I am pathetically thrilled to have a blog now so that, if for no other reason, the adorable clothing of my son’s childhood can live on through photos.
I recently talked about how hard it is as kids gets older, in such a different way than when they are little babies.
I worry ALL OF THE TIME.
Not about the little kid stuff anymore, oh no, I am worrying about the big kid scary stuff. Even though I have lectured him on an open and honest real deal level about peer pressure, drugs, drinking and all of that stuff for years, I worry anyway.
That face. Those overalls. I just can’t.
I am grateful for the relationship my son and I have always had, how he tells me EVERYTHING but still, I cannot protect him and make all decisions for him, as much as I try to do so.
Like food in our house for example? I am slowly losing the decision making power. I mean, I still have control over what I buy since I am the one with the money and the car to get to the supermarket but his recent outbursts about what I serve have put me so over the edge that we are now meal planning.
That’s right, you heard me. Me. MEAL PLANNING. At least his dinners anyway because I had just about enough of the abuse regarding what I serve….
I want real pancakes. Not your health food stuff. Not your whole wheat, oatmeal, protein powdered, garbanzo bean pancakes. Real pancakes with real flour. And don’t hide any mashed banana in there either.
Are there chia seeds in this?
I am afraid to ask what’s for dinner. Did you make chicken? Did you bread it? You don’t use normal breadcrumbs.
Why can’t you buy Heinz ketchup? Is it because of food coloring? What has all of this blog reading done to you?!
I want to give you a glimpse into our meal planning but a birthday week filled with dinner celebrations isn’t exactly the ideal sample.
What I can do though, is show you all of today’s birthday food fun in tomorrow’s post which will of course include a cake 🙂
Every year I look at old photos the night before my son’s birthday. I looked at this one last night from three years ago in Hershey Park, October 2012, the day before my first ever half marathon.
It feels like yesterday that my father was taking this picture, telling my son to stand still and to stop making silly smiles. It feels like yesterday that I ran this half and it feels like yesterday that I was in labor giving birth to my baby boy.
Time really does go by so quickly, you know?
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Where/when was your first half marathon?
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