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My baby boy is 17

Chris turns 17 today. Since he's not going to be here with us for his birthday dinner (for some odd reason he'd rather be with his girlfriend) we had his birthday dinner last night. I made lasagna, garlic cheese bread, cesear salad and his favorite cheesecake for dessert.


This morning we made scrambled eggs, bacon, french toast and juice and served it to him in bed.


My baby boy is 17. How did that happen? Wasn't it yesterday that he looked like this?


I don't think these two kids knew what they were getting into way back when they fell in love...


  1. I've got some really good acid - is it OK to send it to him in the mail?

  2. You wicked woman. I do hope you knocked.

  3. vicus, knock yourself out. No, I mean it.

    Richard, I never knock. Consider yourself warned if you ever come to visit.

  4. Well there ya go, How to embarass ya child without even trying.....

    What a mother!

  5. I've turned embarrassing my children into a fine art.

    It's a gift.

  6. I can't believe he is 17! He looks so much older in just these few years since you moved.

    That picture of you 2 is great! Thanks for sharing. We never know what we're getting into, do we?

  7. Sweet! What a handsome young man!

  8. It looks like he's REALLY, REALLY, REALLY enjoying breakfast in bed...happy birthday, Chris!

  9. Paige, he's changed so much, hasn't he? He's taller than I am now! I specifically told him he could NOT get taller than me. But did he listen? Nooooooo.

    Kindness, thank you. He is a good looking kid, much to my dismay as the girls seem to like him a little too much.

    Within, he did enjoy it, though it might not look like it there. We'd just sung him a rousing Happy Birthday to wake him up. He ate and then promptly went back to sleep. Ah, to be young again.


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