Dudes, my firstborn is twelve. Twelve!
I remember nursing him, his head in the crook of my elbow, my hand holding onto his thigh, amazed that this little boy was mine. Now he's almost as tall as me, has bigger feet, and seriously needs a haircut. ^_^
(the Mexico soccer jersey was his birthday pressie. Didn't get to pie him today, but I'll get him tomorrow. Bwah ha ha ha!)
(oh, and the jester costumes are done. they rock. pictures tomorrow.)