Happy Birthday to the boy… 13 years old, and another teenager has arrived. I think back… when I was 13 years old; was I that bad? Of course, the teenage years span over the next 7 years; I was certainly worse towards the back end of that run. At 13 though??? I turned 13 just before I started 8th grade; I wasn’t bad in 8th grade. It wasn’t until a couple years later in high school that I started turning towards the dark side… haha. We should still have a couple good years left, me and the boy… haha. Nah, forget all that teenage stuff; we’ll be just fine. He’s a good kid.
Everybody was right, when they told me, time would fly. I remember just the other day, we were bringing him back from the hospital. Thankfully one of the hospital folks walked us down to the car, so that they could tell me how wrong I put in the baby seat… haha. He fixed it and we were off. Now what? First time parenting could be scary I guess; I think we did pretty good. It’s a team effort no doubt; it’s a big commitment… tried explaining this to the boy when delving into the sex talks… I don’t think he’s ready for all that quite yet, and I’m perfectly fine with that; plenty of time for all that stuff. But yeah, the baby… 2 weeks after we brought him home, I left him for the first time; back to work for dad. I sat him up in the bed, talking to him, as if he understood me; told him I had to do what I had to do… he yawned; actually have a picture of this. I would be back of course; I always came back… hopefully he didn’t worry quite as much as our pooch, who had some serious anxiety issues… miss her. But yeah, thankfully mom was able to stay home with him; I’m so happy we were able to swing that. And now, this baby is 13?!?!
He’s got a little something something on his upper lip; the start of a mustache forming… Just the other day, when I was checking out his pits, he had a few hairs sprouting… oh boy, here we go. I bet he’ll be a hairy bastard just like me, with hair everywhere except the top of my head… haha. What else to say about him? So many things… too many things for this here blog; I’d have to dedicate some serious time to do it true justice. I sprinkle it in here and there; I don’t need to talk about everything…
But yeah, he’s pretty great; my mini-me is getting all grown up. Our schedule is still based around everything he’s doing, school, sports, etc; I’m fine with it. What the hell else do I have to do anyways? Well, on this day, we worked from home, so I could run around with my wife, getting ready for the weekends’ festivities. We would pick him up from school (btw, he didn’t want to go to school today; who would want to go to school on their birthday?) and return home, after chess, after track and field practice, for a birthday meal and cake, along with some presents. The 13th year has arrived; damn I’m old. Happy Birthday Boy!
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