Friday, May 29, 2009
A Sneak Peek Inside Wifey's House
My son, Miles, is turning 8 years old tomorrow and that amazes me.
He’s not a baby anymore. He’s moved out of the land of Tonka Trucks and Spider-man underwear into 3-on-3 basketball games with his “boys” and wears size six sneakers (yikes – no more inexpensive “kicks” for him). I almost fell out when his baseball coach told me I had to buy him a jockstrap and cup to play this year – gasp!
Wow. My baby is growing up. I could bore you all with the typical mom birthday rant – "he’s the best kid ever!" – and even though he is (the best kid ever) I won’t go there. Instead I’ll share some pictures.
I’ve watched him grow from this …