Friday, August 13, 2010

You're how old??

I know I have been slacking on my bliggity blog but here you go

I can't believe that my little tiny preemie baby is 5 years old! I know how exciting it is for him, but for me it is terrifying. It's weird because when he was born I couldn't picture him at age 1, at age 1 I couldn't picture him at age 2 and so on. I know he is only 5 but my mind has already drifted to trying to picture him as a teenager. I mean what kind of person is he going to be? What will he be like? What will his first girlfriend be like? Oh geez...see how my mind wanders?? That is far enough away but for now my baby is getting ready to start Kindergarten, and I have to fight back the tears everyday. I can only imagine what his first day is going to be like. I can picture myself a blubbering mess while Braden runs off and forgets I am still standing there. After standing there for 15 minutes Jon will have to drag me back to the car explaining that Braden is fine, and maybe if I am good he will take me out for ice cream to make it all better.

Bradens birthday party was a lot of fun...ok for him. He had his closest friends with him and of course he didn't want to leave. I didn't get to have as big of a party for him as I wanted but we are just so broke this year it was impossible to invite every kid that Braden has ever met. As much as I would have liked to do that it just wasn't going to happen. Surprisingly to party with a giant rat is not cheap! All that mattered is that he had an awesome time and couldn't stop talking about it for DAYS. I have a strong feeling that this birthday party will not be the last at that beloved place....lucky me!!!

1 comment:

  1. What an awesome post! I wish I could have been there to wish the little dude a Happy 5th b-day! He better be in-joying those majic :) Your little guy's are just so damn handsome! I understand the being broke part, hang in there and get your asses out to Cali ASAP! lol, we can be broke together and get through this hellish year by the beach supporting our poor husbands. Love and miss you