Wednesday, September 25, 2013
I can't believe I'm saying this but...17 years ago today I had this little fart blossom. (Pet name in this family). We brought him home and I was terrified. I had no clue what I was doing. And he cried...a lot.
All these years later I still have no idea what I'm doing. He does not cry very often anymore. But he eats...a lot.
Happy birthday, Boy Child! You are the best surprise I ever got, and once I got over the fear of you ending up on Oprah talking about what an awful mother I am, we sure had a lot of fun. We love you very much. (I'll show you this blog next year when you're legal to read my blog. Heh.)