I never did blog about Joshua's birthday. I think I'm in denial. This "having a teenager" thing is freaking me out. I know people have teenagers all over the world, but, nevertheless, it's still freaking me out.
On October 25, 1993, Matt and I brought a 7lb. 11oz., 20.5 inch bald-headed little baby into this world.
Two weeks ago, this 5'10" 215lb. baby turned 13.
Ah, the magic of time.
Josh is a good boy. He's polite and thoughtful. Does he have an attitude sometimes? Absolutely. But when it all comes down, he makes good choices and is a sweet guy. He's funny, honing his sense of humor more so the last year I've noticed.
He's in the 7th grade this year at Pine Grove Middle and is doing well. Grade cards come out in about another week so more on that later.
The difference between 12 and 13 is pretty big. Lats year on his birthday, he was still asking for toys. This year, it's shoes, jerseys, xbox games and cold, hard cash! And these shoes we speak of? He's in a size 14 now. Help!
Tomorrow night we're having a party. Josh has invited five or six of his friends from school, football and the old neighborhood. Pray for our sanity and nice weather and whatever else you think would help!
PS - Like my cake?
2 comments:
What a guy! I don't feel old having a grandson that I have to stand on my tippy toes to hug and kiss goodnight, I just feel lucky.
Katy,
Love the cake-can't believe how tall Josh is!!! I finally got my own "spot." Don't have much there yet, but come and see me! Miss you & the whole family!
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