March 25, 2007
Eleven. My favourite number and now the age of my youngest son. Where does the time go? I guess it flies when you’re like a super hero, smart and pretty awesome like I am. But I digress, this isn’t about me.
It’s hard to believe I was punching nurses in the face and screaming obsenities calmly pushing out a 7lb 12oz human 11 years ago. True story people,true story.
Ryan didn’t want to turn 11. He liked being 10 so much that he begged us not to let him turn eleven. Ah, well son, what would like us to do? Stop time for you? Honestly, I would if I could but I’m not authorized to do so. You’ll have to suck it up and get over it. But don’t worry, when you’re my age 39 25, time does stop and you’ll stay young and hot just like your mother. I kid you not. Would I lie? No.
We had a party for him yesterday (Friday was his actual birthday), and although my son is normally quiet, let me tell you, my ears bled from the noise. I’m now suffering from a migraine but that’s what moms do for their kids. Let them have friends over to help celebrate their special day, terrorize adults with the loudness of their play and destroy your home. That’s insanity love.
Happy Birthday Ryan and listen, if you fall in love with being 11, just like you did with being 10, I’ll give you a hundred bucks. Or maybe I’ll just give you a hug. I’m broke right now.
Posted by Sassy @ 12:59 pm • Just Stuff., Kids
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March 25th, 2007 at 10:31 pm, chris Says:
Happy Birthday Ryan!
March 26th, 2007 at 1:50 pm, bluepaintred Says:
aww. happy birthday ryan.
so you were 14 when you had ryan huh? and how old is the oldest again??
March 27th, 2007 at 3:55 am, Kentucky Girl Says:
Aww, hope Ryan had a wonderful 11th birthday (even though he didn’t want to….lol!)
March 27th, 2007 at 1:45 pm, Ozy Says:
Well, happy (belated) b-day tot he boy. My oldest just hit the double hocky sticks also, only seven more gut wrenching years to go…