My ds turned 12 on Tuesday.  I feel sad that I didn’t get here on the actual day to put up a birthday message.  I have been sick as a dog the last week with a flu/cold thing.  I spent the better part of his birthday in bed while he was at school.  I did manage to get up and make him a cake and then take him to see Mall Cop with dh and dd.  We had the entire theater to ourselves.  I have never had that happen.

My ds is absolutely a delight.  Which is especially wonderful because when he was two and three years old I wasn’t sure that either of us would ever survive toddlerhood.  He was a monster.  One of my favorite shirts of his at the time said, “Warning I am 3″.  That pretty much summed it up.  He hated anyone but me and my dh.  I thought he would never get socialized.  He loves everyone now and almost never has a mean thing to say.  Although with 12 on the horizon for some time now I have noticed more biting remarks.  I quickly keep him in check though.   He is leaving the 6th grade this year for middle school and I am having major anxiety about it.  We don’t live in an affluent area and the school he will attend has a wide variety of kids that attend from very good to very bad.  I worry for him and for me!  Will we survive?  Time will tell, but so far we have done pretty darn good.

Love you, buddy. =)