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I remember when he was like this:
He turned into this:
He asked me this morning what time he was born so I told him a short version of that day. Here is what I said:
"Well, the night before I was in labor alllll night. I was in so much pain through the night. I just kept waiting and waiting for them to tell me it would be over soon so I could hold you. Then, at about this time in the morning, the REAL pain started happening and I knew it would be soon. THEN. The screaming started. And you were born at around 9 am."
Granted, not the best version of the story. But I didn't feel like talking about contractions and private parts to my baby at 7:00 in the morning.
So he looks at me with those sweet eyes, not the one in the above picture, these ones:
And he rolls them as far back in his head as humanly possible and says, "You could have just said 9:00."
Then turned and walked away.
Ohhhhhh...so this is how that pre-teen angst goes.
Welcome, eleven years old. This is going to be fun.
I remember when he was first born... he must have only been a week or two old when we were visiting that year at Christmas. He was a really cute baby! Hard to believe it's been 11 years! Ahhh... my heart gets a little weepy thinking about my own boys getting older so I imagine 11 is a whole new thing. Enjoy today... I'm sure he's going to feel very loved!
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to believe! He was spoiled rotten today. Even with his little 11 year old attitude, he is just the most precious thing ever.:)
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