This guy is having a birthday today. A monumental birthday. He's turning thirteen. We are entering into unknown everything here. I really don't know what I'm doing. What is it we are suppose to do with a teenager? Anybody, anyone... Bueller?

I'm sure it's not much different than when I first brought him home. I didn't know what I was doing then either.
All I did know was that suddenly or somewhat suddenly I had this little precious ball of human and all I knew to do was sit and stare at him all day.
I couldn't help it. I mean look at him. How could I not stare at him all day. I also fed him and changed him and all the other good stuff that a sweet new baby needs and you know what we were all just fine.

The he got a little bigger and I wasn't quite sure what to do so I dressed him up and and took him all over the place to show him off.
I couldn't help it. I was kind of excited about him.
I took him to visit friends.
I took him on vacations.

And to the beach.
I took him out and about town.
Took him lunch when he could just barely see over the table. Now he can no longer eat from the twelve and under menu. Not that he has in a while now anyway.

All while toting him around in this. Man would I ever get an arm work out.

Then he really started to want to move around. I was not sure what to do with him. So we found him this. And he was just fine.
Then he started to walk and move even more.

So I would dress him in really cute outfits so he could walk around in them.
It's all I knew to do. That and keep him out of the toilet.

Then he started doing stuff like this. And the only thing I could do was laugh.

Then he went through this time when he wanted me to pick him up all the time. So I did.

Then he got a even bigger and at that point I really didn't know what to do with him so I put him in preschool.
And then I would go and watch him in a preschool show. This would be where he would wave to his public and peeps while making his way onstage. There was no just walking strait to your spot for him.
No. He made an entrance. And this is when I found out he had a performers heart.
I really didn't know what to do then either. So I just enjoyed it immensley is what I did. We were all really fine then too. For sure.

He continued to entertain me.

How could this face ever not just make you crack out in a smile?

Then he was going to have a baby brother come and live with him soon.
And I really, really didn't know what I would do.
But soon he arrived and he just hung out with is new bro. And all was fine.
Well mostly fine. I mean there were times when I would lay his new baby brother in one spot only to come back and find him somewhere else.
I seriously didn't know what to do. So I watched much more carefully. And we were all just fine. Really we were.
It was not long and he was teaching his little brother to do things like this.
And this.
And I didn't know really what to do about it. So I just kept taking pictures. And we were fine. Really.
Then there was this phase that I like to call his "I'm tough and can do whatever I want" . I was really wondering during that time if I knew what I was doing.
But that phase dissipated and we were all just fine. Kinda. That was rough one on his Mama .
Then one more somewhat chivalrous span of time where he was saving his mother from the unexpected evils of the world.
All the time. Every hour. Everyday. But at least I felt safe. So all was fine.
Shortly there after we moved into the I'm thinking I'm really cool area.
I won't even go into this one.
More cool area. Leaving that one go again
Not long after that it was the guitar time. He had to have it. Had to play it. He was starting a band and they were gonna be called the FBI. I didn't ask I just took pictures.
And we were all fine. Minus my ears. And my nerves.
Then the sweetest of times. The time when he really loved his mom for all of her brillant idea and wonderful suggestions. Not sure why but I had no problem knowing what to do during his time, I just soaked it all up.
Then he started to love books. I mean really love them. I knew what to do. I bought as many as he wanted. We were fine. Fine we were. Really fine! Hooray, he loves books like his mother!
So that brought us all the way to here. The skating phase. I don't really know what to do about the injuries. Or the constant purchasing of skate gear that he needs every month. But I know that we will be fine.
Not sure as we enter into this new territory of teenage-dom if the not knowing what to do will take me over or if I will be just fine like the many times before. But I have a hunch it will be well... fine.
With this guy around how can it not be?
He makes everything more than fine.
So grateful for that.
So grateful for him.
Happy Birthday Kiddo!
The teenage years. Here we go.
Over and out
The (I'll keep you posted cause its gonna be interesting) Sideline Mom.