Nineteen years and 1 day ago (Aug 21, 1989). I gave birth to a beautiful, extra long, big headed baby boy. He has been my pride and joy and I am so damn glad he allows me to be his mommy and use him as a science project.
Because I was being bad yesterday (clears throat), I did not get a chance to write my letter to him, so I plan on doing that at lunch, I believe I told you all before, but just in case I did not. I write a letter to my kids on their birthdays and tell them all the positives of the past year and then I (lay the hammer. Sike.) tell them what they need to improve on (Mr. Stefon’ will be four pages this year). My baby is 19. He is just a well rounded, boy – oh man, with a great heart and responsible. He just makes me so proud and makes me smile. I remember when he was little he would say, mommy you look so pretty today and I would look at him (knowing he is lying because I just woke up), smile and say thank you. Although, Mr. Conservative would make kissing noise and call him a kiss ass.
I keep saying I will tell you the story of my 19 year old, but I am a procrastinator and figured I would type it yesterday, well, we all know that did not happen. Maybe next week.
In addition, if you are in D.C., M.D. or V.A. there is a big block party today on