How Did I Get a Sixteen Year Old?

My son turned sixteen yesterday.  I have no idea how that happened.  Where did the time go?  If I close my eyes I can still smell my little boy:  Dirt and Oreos.  I loved that smell.  Now he smells like Axe and B.O.  Ewwwwwww.  I cannot wait to be out of this phase.  I cannot even imagine what sixteen year old girls smell like.  I think I'm going to be sick...

I asked, "Stinky," what he wanted for his birthday and he said he just wanted cash.  He said he didn't want a party and he didn't want a cake.  My husband told him, "Oh, there will be cake.  The cake isn't just for you, you know?"  So, I put some cash together and purchased a cake that my husband would like and then we had the birthday dinner, just the three of us.  As Stinky cut into his birthday cake I started crying.  I blamed it on my hormones from last year's hysterectomy and of course they bought it because that's what guys do:  It's either your period or lack of one that makes us cry, fight, do anything they don't like.  I have no idea why I cried.  Maybe I was mourning the smell of dirt and oreos.

I'm very proud of my son and I am looking forward to what the next sixteen years brings.

Getting ready for the Sadie Hawkins Dance Feb. 2014