My eldest son turns 17 today. (Obviously I was a teen mom…) It’s so difficult for me to remember this child:
Ian may be known as Nemo by all of his friends now, but when he was first born, he was known as Treefrog. He was born almost a full month early (Thank the maternity gods) and was a tee-tiny little 5 lbs 6 oz. Which means his itty bitty booty fit into the palm of my hand.
Then our little Treefrog grew up and we started to call him Goose. (I can’t remember for the life of me why.) Anyway, Goose had a real hard time keeping his clothes on. I think he was probably 5 or 6 years old before we convinced him that joining a Nudist Colony was not a part of our life plan, so please put on your underwear.
My baby ain’t a baby no more… Happy Birthday, Nemo. Let’s eat some ribs tonight!