Saturday, May 10, 2014
Teenager, Number Three: Happy Birthday Oliver
The Big O is thirteen years old today, and it'd be impossible to write anything over than cliche to describe what being the mama of the last child, the baby, to turn out of childhood into teenagerdom is like. As you can see, Oliver got a Japanese saw and a huge Simpson's Lego set. We ate donuts this morning, and he is going with two friends, his father, brother and Uncle to the Dodgers game this afternoon. Sophie and I will be staying at home, me to bake a cake for Oliver and Sophie to rest after a sort of harrowing week of being weaned a bit more from Onfi.
I will post photos later. For now, can I tell you how blessed I am to be this boy's mother? How he keeps me on my toes and wows me every single day with his unique charm and intelligence? How the moment I held him to me, thirteen years ago, he's been my dessert, the sweet and perfect finish to the meal.
Happy Birthday, Oliver!