Thirteen!

Noah at Jamestown a few weeks ago & his lemon birthday breakfast cake. Nate baked it for him yesterday.

I'm interrupting my blogging hiatus to bring you the following incredibly unbelievable message: I'm officially the Mom of a teenager - the young Mom of a teenager as Noah himself pointed out, as I'm "only" 34. Yes, Noah is thirteen years old today. Just yesterday he was twelve. :-) Time flies. from 8lbs.&4oz. to wearing men's size 13 shoes. I sort of realized he was heading towards teenage-hood when a few weeks ago I looked at him sitting in the chair at the barber shop, getting his 'fro trimmed, chatting with the barber about Jimi Hendrix. Yup. I finally gave up on my idea of what his "neat haircut" should look like. He's reading Calvin&Hobbes as I'm typing. I hope those comic books will continue to hold his interest for a couple more years. :-) Happy Birthday, my dear Noah! - Back to hibernating now.