Birthday Boy

Licking the bowl from his cake last night....going to be a C. creation for sure, four layers, white and chocolate.....he is just disappointed he has to wait til today to frost and eat it.

Today this *guy* - I can't even say kid anymore...
turns 12.
What is it about that number?
I cringe more with that then 10 or even 13. I don't know why.
Three very short years ago I wrote this about him shortly after his 9th birthday...
and I can really honestly say I could write the same thing about him again this year.
He is just sweet. A charmer.
All be it growing into a boy, not a kid anymore.
He is starting to smell like a boy.
Move like a boy.
Still tries to hug and occasionally cuddle like a kid, but feels weird. He *feels* big...

One thing I have noticed, especially this penned-up-it-has-been-too-flippin-cold-to-go-out last few weeks of winter that the kids have been stuck inside with me.....they are getting big.
Not just older, BIG. As in taking up more space in the room.
More space on the couch. We are bumping into each other more.
I am starting to live with two other grown people.
Not little under your feet toddler children anymore.
K is as tall as I am , all be it, much thinner and more gorgeous, and C just HAD to point out to me last night that he is not far behind.....
I fear I am losing the battle. They are growing before my eyes.
I am so proud of the people they are becoming.....so sad to see my babies go, but also so excited to meet the grown people they will be.

Happy Birthday Bubba - love you!