And for some reason it's hard. It's emotionally hard. My baby is a teenager. And he is on his way to adulthood and not needing me anymore. I mean, he'll always need me. I will probably do his laundry and cook his meals for him. LOL. He's growing up. He's still that animal loving, sensitive boy. His dog and him are best buds. He's an all or nothing kind of guy.
He does have some teenage tendencies showing. The other day at the zoo, he was too cool to feed the parakeets. And ride the camels. And be seen with his parents. Even for his mother's birthday. But he loved it. I know he did. The pictures prove it.
And he still wants a birthday party. Of course, over Christmas break, we all came down with the flu. So we had to cancel most plans and push the party back. I was kind of hoping he'd be done with parties. I originally didn't think I wanted to do parties any more. But I think a lot of it was because I was depressed. I have a teenager. And I pouted through life for a few weeks. Hahaha. I guess he gets that sensitive part from me. So I sat him down and asked him if he really wanted a party, or if it's to please his dad or grandparents. And he said he did. He wants a bounce house, and one of my cakes. So while we didn't get to the party yet, he did get a cake. I wasn't sure how he would like the cake. I was in a flu coma and messed up. And ended up doing a "How to Draw a Stormtrooper" video to redo a second cake. But he says he loved it. And the glow is the amount of candles. LOL.
So here's to our first year in the teenage years. And here's hoping that he doesn't change too much. He'll always be my little boy. I just may have to start looking up to him soon though.
