OK, so his head seemed that big.
Fourteen years ago.
When I hated everyone, until I held a little (well, not so little) boy wonder bundle of joy. He was more a bundle of farts and fussiness than joy. We had quite the ride. I was exhausted, and as beat up as he was. Seems birthing an Irish king requires a mother begin the battle at birth. If he could survive that, he will survive anything.
But will I?
Saturday Brian invited his posse over for a birthday sleepover. Do you have any idea how bad a group of teenage boys can smell? Or how much they can eat?
Judging by the amount of both I would say that Brian thinks he had a great 14th birthday party.
The dog, cat, myself, his dad, the neighbors and the parents of the boys who came are still recovering.
OIY, to have that much energy.
Oh and yes. He now is certain he knows everything.
He is … all of 14.
Until next time-