I'm a bit late on posting this (which seems to be the story of my blog lately), but about two weeks ago, Jimmy turned 13. Yep, I am the proud parent of a teenager now. He didn't get a big party this year. He planned one and decided to cancel it when he saw the forecast showed that it would be cold and stormy. Instead he went with a friend to Boondocks and had a good time. I made him a cheesecake that he ate all by himself. Kind of planned on that and actually made a second cheesecake and a regular cake for everyone else. What can I say? My sweet tooth was acting up.
So even though it's belated, happy birthday Jimmy! I hope this coming year is a great one for you. And I still need to get around to telling you about the day you were born, don't I.
*By the way, he said he hates this picture of himself. Which he wanted me to mention. And so I did.